Reaching For
Scent of crushed grass fills the nose,
As I lie idle in the dusk,
Watching the sky turn brilliant pink and gold,
Slowly the sun sinks beyond view.
The shadows of the trees creep forward,
Covering my feet, knees, hips and body,
Still I lie content as heat fades,
Gazing ever upwards, waiting.
A long drowsy blink between lights,
The song birds trill tiredly as they settle in,
Lights from the neighbors house go dark,
Finally my pupils begin to expand.
The first twinkles of stars can be seen,
I reach out as if to cup them in my hands,
They spill forth their sparkling light,
Trailing through the night in an ever widening band.
I am enchanted, enthralled, cold,
But still I lay in the dark reaching for stars.
As I lie idle in the dusk,
Watching the sky turn brilliant pink and gold,
Slowly the sun sinks beyond view.
The shadows of the trees creep forward,
Covering my feet, knees, hips and body,
Still I lie content as heat fades,
Gazing ever upwards, waiting.
A long drowsy blink between lights,
The song birds trill tiredly as they settle in,
Lights from the neighbors house go dark,
Finally my pupils begin to expand.
The first twinkles of stars can be seen,
I reach out as if to cup them in my hands,
They spill forth their sparkling light,
Trailing through the night in an ever widening band.
I am enchanted, enthralled, cold,
But still I lay in the dark reaching for stars.