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
