I looked at the sky last night

when the sun after shining bright, for half the day

had given way to this floating dome

to show the colours of its own

A billion stars like a billion rings

adorned the billion ears up high

like fireflies who with frozen wings

got stuck in a canvas blue to die

a thousand shades the canvas bled

or was it just messy art instead

of a child who spilled water colours together

and gazed at the dancing blues, whites and red

the canvas was heavy, the canvas was light

like a billion mammoths on a cosmic flight

but it's a dancing picture it never keeps still

and soon all the stars and the moonlight will

give the sun the stage as it'll cry a dawn

and this illusion will then be gone

and my sprinting clock will take a turtle's pace

as I'll wait for another night with my mind ablaze.