On the night of the Dark Moon

Some are small
- well, faint, really;
others bright,
large
- they grab the viewing eye,
even through city's smog and gloomy light.

I don't feel small,
I don't feel insignificant,
I just feel warm, and
comfortable, and
at home,
as I gaze up.

No moon to add depth and perspective
- the stars don't do that
tho' it would seem they should,
As I feel flooded
with the vastness
of eternity
As I gaze at them,
lost
as in a lovers eyes.

© Kayleen White, 2008