clear sky -- black with a silver dot for a star
and clouds akin shreds of cotton of a worn out shirt
rain washed streets and glistening cement steps
with random patches of water, forming inconsistent puddles on them.
and its as serene as it can get
with nothing to disturb it and cause distress.
and such is the bliss of the silent night-
that i cant resist, but admire,
as i stand on my porch, gazing out to the clear black sky
with just a silver dot for a star.

-A.
22.11.10.