Unlike the seductive glister of diamonds,
Or the lazy gleam of uninvited light,
prodding the glass.
The stars twinkle shyly,
a starting spark
of a firework.
The great onyx plane
parade these nocturnal fireflies.
My glass window evanesces
into the black night sky.
I admire the contrast
of the sparkles against the darkness;
having brightened and darkened
every island, corner and graveyard.
Witnesses of all before
these chestnut eyes of mine,
now dribbled with flecks of yellow.
Thoughts untangle and vanish.
The raven sheet and stars exist
not to judge or reprimand.
They are not God’s eyes,
that seek for sins and virtues.
They are a source of harmony.
This is me, my stars, and my night sky.