I dipped my paintbrush in incredible hues
Tipped it lightly into dark blues
Took it up in hand long soft swipes
In this manner I painted the night.
Threw up a net of stars in the sky
Constellations up they fly
Round like a butten, shineing too
Up I reached while sewing the moon.
Almost finished but not quite yet
Two objects in flight, screaming as they met
Shooting stars, as they are
My world; as viewed from afar.