The night is dark
Alone all in my tree
On oaks narrow limb
So high upon I rest.
Sky above my face
Full of bright stars
Pink and baby blue
Diamond white.
Mars so misty red
Sheets of Venus green
The dippers full and
Pours out sleep
Across the milky way.
Etched inside my eyes
Burned across all time
These memories I will hold
Until in night one day I die.
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Love the title, love the writing. A stirring lullaby about becoming your own star after dying.