Cycle Paper #6: A Night’s Sky

The Night’s sky is the color of

Deep black velvet,

A smooth stone on the bottom of a well,

Strokes of ink on freshly printed paper,

A shadow on a summer’s day,

My dad’s old leather jacket,

Stripes on a Zebra,

Tread marks on the road,

Keys on a piano,

The fur of a black cat,

The muscle of bull charging a matador,

Depths of ocean blue,

The grains of black sand shifting on a Kona shore

The gloss on a raven’s wing.

The Night’s sky tastes like

The bittersweet chocolate at the bottom of the jar,

A sip of coffee next to the fireplace,

An ice cream sundae,

Decadent chocolate cake,

An ice cold lemonade on a muggy day,

The dreams of lonely souls.

The Night’s sky sounds like

A baby’s cry for help,

A piercing scream,

A contented purr of a cat fast asleep,

The soft lullaby of a mother,

A creak of footsteps on an old wooden floor,

The murmur of a dream catcher rustling in the breeze,

An echo of a closed door,

A car making its way home,

Hushed whispers of children.

But most of all,

A Night’s sky is a reminder of a new day.