skies

2003-05-10, 11:59 p.m.

does the night sky ever wonder what the heat of day would feel like upon its deep purple flesh? in each little spark of warmth, the stars, there is not enough energy, not enough vibrant movement to equal the glow of day. but each time i see the night sky i think of how calm i am at that precise moment, how wrapped up i am in the stars and unknown bodies of space.

would those bodies, whose massive arms are made of star dust, and legs of solid light, feel so inclined to ever wave to us? or would they simply run away as the child with all the marbles would.