Sky

 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

(25.03.2018)