The Night Sky

The darkness came
Earlier and earlier,
Surrounding my home like a snake their prey.
Though one thing lit up the end of my day.
The moon, large, glowing,
Shown its light down on the streets.
Showing me the beauty of the time we call night.
Showing me that not all darkness means fear;
That not all light means happiness,
But that even fear itself can have beauty.
I heard the whistling wind blow past my house.
I saw the light from the holes in the darkness we call stars.
All this came just because I looked up and saw light in darkness.
I saw something beautiful;
I saw meaning in nonsense.
I saw the dark splitting the light.
When I looked up, I saw the beauty of
The night sky!