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