I painted the night sky,
Not the midnight kind,
But the one just after the sun has completely gone down,
Leaving a rare blue,
Color of the Lapis,
Half-way between blue and black,
With specks of stars adorning them.
As I look,
The swirling begins,
Pulling me into the galaxy.
I plunge right in, with no resistance,
Letting go of everything for an instant,
The wind is rushing through me,
I am falling among the stars,
I didn\'t feel the uncomfortable rush of the drop,
Only falling; peacefully, endlessly,
Into the bottomless sky.
I wondered; looking back,
Is that why they say their love goes to the moon and beyond?
Does love go this far, infinitely?
Is this how it feels like to \'fall\' in love?
I blinked,
To see a brush in my hand now.