One by one the dreamy stars in the sky disappear
The beam of the moon fades away into the reality of blue hues
Then I wonder what is real?
The blue that covers the morning sky
Often in the brightest light,
Fails to make the vastness of the Universe
Visible before us?
Or the dark-skinned nights, real, raw and full of stars.
That blink at us, from light-years away
Reminding us of how mere our existence actually is.
~ Suranya
