I look to the sky, to the stars fading and rolling back as the sun rises.
The moon going dim and past gray, until their will only be blue there.
The night ending, and for once, it’s a respite, a calmness on me, so still.
I look to the sky, feeling as if their are eyes, so many eyes, looking down.
The satellites and the drones and the aliens and God, if he even cares now.
The eyes that see an enemy or a subject, but not a human or a spirit or child.
I look to the sky, as black becomes red and then will pass right on to blue.
The sky still has a spell, like the tender feelings I have for my love, a blessing.
All those eyes cannot see the light of love, or spoil the special moment we kissed.
