Starry Night
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What mysteries lie above and within?

Starry Night

It was an early ebony evening of Monday marvels.

Your rover roamed roads towards rousing revelations

Your rover roamed roads towards rousing revelations and my heart huddled halcyon horizons

Your rover roamed roads towards rousing revelations and my heart huddled halcyon horizons of summer’s sighing sliver before the stars.

We bundled beneath blankets in our duet of dreams.

“Do you ever wonder what’s up there?” I ask.

“I think the answer that you’re looking for is:

“I think the answer that you’re looking for is: everything.”

“Wow.

“Wow. Thanks.”

The humming headlights were two sauna streaks from firefly flashlights;

The humming headlights were two sauna streaks from firefly flashlights; a daisy dance of daylight under a charcoal curtain of ink and imagination.

“I love how the sunset almost seems to soften into space. It’s beautiful.”

“Hey – how about we see the rest of it?” you ask with gleeful giddiness.

The whizzing waltz of wonder unfolded from the faucet’s final flicker of lavished lambency,

The whizzing waltz of wonder unfolded from the faucet’s final flicker of lavished lambency, as the crepuscule crescendoed its closing coda

The whizzing waltz of wonder unfolded from the faucet’s final flicker of lavished lambency, as the crepuscule crescendoed its closing coda and the starlight symphony light-housed the sapient sky.

Creamy constellations spilled in splendours onto the canvas of darkness.

Creamy constellations spilled in splendours onto the canvas of darkness. Milky tears blossomed into exalting exhalations of midnight mysteries –

and they would stay that way.

“Do you think we’ll ever go up there?” I ask amongst a gale of gushing thoughts.

“Maybe, maybe not. Does it matter?”

But then something sparked my supernal spectacle like picture poetry –

But then something sparked my supernal spectacle like picture poetry – your eyes.

They were gallant galaxies that spiraled in supernovas of life’s ardent adventures.

They were gallant galaxies that spiraled in supernovas of life’s ardent adventures. Your irises of inspiration were noctiflorous nebulas;

They were gallant galaxies that spiraled in supernovas of life’s ardent adventures. Your irises of inspiration were noctiflorous nebulas; engulfing eclipses that burned through any blackout of answers.

“No, it doesn’t.”

The universe was right here.

(Aside) This is the first piece that I've written in a high, so again, I apologize for any potential drop in quality! I did also experiment with some dialogue, so sorry if some of it -- the first bit in particular (lol) -- was a bit of a buzzkill. :))

I was feeling rather unhappy yesterday, but this piece was probably the saving grace and I am happy with how it came out. This piece is based on a talk with a friend, an actual experience (although not really stargazing), my Astronomy class in Uni, a previous story that I wrote in Writing class, AND a video game trailer. :)

Regardless, I hope that you are all doing well! I am feeling quite content right now. Hope that you all enjoyed, and please keep writing! Take care, Commaful. <3

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