As I look up from an open field,
To pass my sleepless night,
And see the dark sky yield,
Shiny, gimmering balls of light.
The colour of their shine,
Contrasting the colourful sky,
The translucent colour like red wine,
Of the galaxy behind, up high.
These balls of fire,
Lay enigmatic, away from the earth,
But the beauty of theirs which I admire,
Leaves my heart overflowing with mirth.
The feeling, I perceive,
From the light they radiate,
The immeasurable gaiety I conceive,
Which only the beauty of night can stimulate.
Although they themselves not sway,
They move my heart,
Towards the feelings of gay,
Bringing all moroseness to depart.
Their amount in the sky is equal,
To the amount of joy they bring,
And their luminosity is much more,
Than a bridal ring.
From afar, these tiny specks,
Leave me in awe,
With the picturesqueness,
Which in nature, I rarely saw.
The shine of these illuminated circles fade,
With the arrival of one of their kind,
And goodbye they bade,
But had forever stayed in my mind…