Exposed to the bright lights of the city ~
a sailing moon,
all the shooting stars and
wisps of shadowy clouds
flatten, fade and disappear
in a once velvet sky
unless I look past
those sharp streetlights with
my child’s heart to let
the wisdom and magic of the night sky shimmer into my soul.
“I wonder about silence. Also about darkness. I love the idea
that city lights are a “conspiracy” against higher thoughts.”
~ Terry Tempest Williams
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