the sun will always fall away
beneath the horizon.
it will give way to the night, which upon entering, you will hear the melancholy song of the isolating darkness.
listen.

the dim light of the moon shines softly down upon the rolling grass.
yet the sky knows the earth is not enough and so she painted herself with stars.
portraits so obvious you might miss them.
promise me you won’t miss them.

when you stay awake at night wondering if the next morning will come remember.
the next morning will always come.
and even the nights offer beauty and wonder.
you just have to be awake to see them.
stay awake for me.