Starry, Starry Night, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Starry, Starry Night

This warm night the moon is but a sliver
Creating a flat sky of black onyx
Darker than those scary houses’ attics
Tonight seeking a specific answer

Placing my new field glasses to my eyes
Seeing jewels of topaz and diamonds
There must be many thousands of thousands
Of my understanding surely defies

In the darkness does the universe end
A place where mere humans to never go
Past the stars is there a place that’s hallow

At death is this where souls will ever spend?
It’ll give great peace if I could somehow know.
Or into the dark ground that is fallow?

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