The Idle Sky

This night is different than others, the stars wink at me as they sit.

The sky isn’t pure black, but rather a dusty graythe clouds haven’t yet run to where the sun blisters. Every direction I look the sky prevails

I guess it really never does end. I close my eyes and yet the sky still remains

It engulfs my vulnerability.

It blows a breeze through my hair

It demands the owl to hoot and the crickets to chirp.

It has the strange ability to rid me of my thoughts. Suddenly, for the first time, I am perfectly calm. This night has claimed my soul, And replaced it with an echoed repose. This night is different than others, because now I see myself in the stars.

~ Jessica Farakh