Mother turns cold as the light rotates Revealing a dome of shining eyes Moon crescent glisten, as I listen Nachtmusic now turned on: Crickets' overture City car whispers on highway 99 Leaves hush Frogs open doors As watches tick in pronation Mother tilts Her face in divine rotation Muted light Pulling from above Stardust in my ****** glove Gives me reason to believe We are all astronauts
I love the ambience and unique atmosphere that the night brings. I often go outside and feel as if I am in space, literally. Yet, I feel at home, despite the nostalgic and majestic feeling of being part of this universe. We are all astronauts.