Sky
One by one the dreamy stars in the veil
Of the sky disappear.
The beam of the moon fades away
In to the reality of blue hues.
Then I wonder what is real?
The blue that actually covers the sky
That often in the brightest light,
Can't make the real vastness visible before us?
Or the dark skinned nights.
Real. Raw. And full of stars
That blink at us from light-years away.
Reminding us of how mere,
Our existence actually is.

- @authorsuranya