And I turned my eyes up
Towards the night sky, I tried
Not to be of this world again
And I begin to paint the nights with stars.
Night after night, thousands of nights
I still recall the first night
How I spread the stars hand fully,
Randomly to find their own wisdom.
I spread them like seeds on the ground
How ecstatic I felt when they blew with light
Sparkling, transparent lights
In blues, reds, yellows, whites,
Purples, magentas, and many more.
What a delight it was
To paint daily the nights with stars
So many nights, so many years
Those were my own nights
Those nights were for me alone.