I tip back my head as far as it goes

To see as far as my eyes can see

The stars are so many

Filling the depths

Of space

Farther than imagination stretches

To visions unseen and ages old

Still unfolding

As our planet spins

Night sky

Unpolluted by street lights

Is hard to find now

But I come from the

Country where there is true night

Where unspoiled

Stars are sharp as straight pins

And feel like

Sprinkles of ice water

On your face as you

Tip back your head

To quench your soul

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 24, 2016