Love the orange light
as you sit in the dark,
Eyes wandering over
a familiar vista, dear heart
aches with nostalgia, street-lit
trees move silently, a breeze you
see from your perch
but do not feel in the warm dark.
Love of the comfort
brought by night, when tucked away
at home in some nook or cranny, a place
you cherish for reasons no one knows why.
Innocent, wondering,
Staring out
at the night sky, space
is cold but
for those fiery infernos;
And the stars in your mind.