Portrait of a Lonely Night Sky
Looking, directly up, at what is
The epicenter of all that I know
Lays a sky of the darkest blue
Tracing it down to the horizon—-
A light blue like that of daylight,
A dimmed orange like a stray ember
& concluding with a haze of rouge;
I marvel at the singular star
Parallel with the crescent moon
Tearing up, I realize the reality
That it is truly a plane
& that the sky is empty of stars,
Tonight
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Your line breaks really help to solidify the imagery.