I saw those interesting night lamps
That could cast a galaxy over my
Dreamy head that’s in pieces
The type that lacks
The definition of sky
Unlike the one that
Keeps my gaze busy for hours
And I close my eyes for the memories
Of the sky above summer night fields
As I get lost into
Each distant star that’s resolving out
Of the smoky, dazzling mist
Of some random space dust
That gets into my eyes
Making me see more of what
Perhaps doesn’t survive
The journey back Earth
Where we buy those silly lamps
With open eyes in broad daylight
Trying to tame what we fear and like.
-Al