Digging the Night Sky by Phil Ostroff
The bluest moon rests
Atop a sheet of grey,
And stars line a dress
Of indigo suede.
Comets promenade
To gravity’s beat,
And Venus watches
From a distant seat.
Below eternity
We watch with bright eyes,
While the world still turns,
The universe dies.
Gaze unto mine eyes
While I tell you the tale.
Up there doesn’t matter,
But down here prevails.
Her Two Cents
Gaze unto mine eyes | While I tell you the tale.
the world still turns | To gravity’s beat
The universe dies | Atop a sheet of grey
And Venus watches with bright eyes
From a distant seat
