Nightwatch

I sat all night and waited,
like a star gazer;
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
until each flicker of light shows itself against the blanket of black,
a world riddled with fantasy – it is this sky;
A wonderous moment, awaiting the entrance
of her lover,

as she stands up like a star,
nothing about her is different.
Wanting, wanting, wanting,
until he shows himself up like a stallion stately in the wind,
the backdrop a glorious orange – it is this sky;
A picturesque view, awaiting another
beautiful dreamer,

I wonder why you are here,
there is nothing to discover.
Searching, searching, searching,
until the diamond glimmers like the sun shining off the clear waves,
the white clouds float by like candy – it is this sky;
Breath-taking is this moment, I want to
remember,

all of the things that are written,
in the stone it never fades away.
Lasting, enduring, continuing,
until no legacy or hero is remembered though it is etched in the slab,
a monument set in the pink and purple – it is this sky;
It is awe-inspiring, the instant that
remains.