The svelte darkness stays hidden below the stars

Not a movement from the moon or a mark of its scars

As the glow of the night sky cloudy like a smoky quartz

Sullen and green like an apple bout to rot with the decay of worlds in sorts

With each star roaming about looking like a city and its cars

As if you could skip a rock across it and find a geode of quartz

The sincere sight of it the moss of the sky in the clouded nebulaic courts

Always to remember it as if the sky was pine forest just to find stars

As you can just lay in the darkness and look up and see their memoirs

Not to step out of line not a movement or else you’ll crash the boards

And why move in the first place when you can just roam under the stars

With the lights of Lanterns drooping in the distance right below mars

And to sleep under this would be a waste of the land in the carse

Let your eyes simply crystallize under the cosmos and become their azure quartz

And with its verdant glow and the sky seems oddly hollow almost like gourds

Swoon and sway just to lay in the pitch black swards