I am nightsky

silent..
wondrous..
comforting..

Everyone find themselves wondering under the nightsky..
what if's..
what wills..
what nows..
too many thoughts thrown to oblivion at day..
..then remembered solemnly under the dark night sky..

dreams..
prayers..
memories..
whispered softly..
and carried by the gentle breeze..
cold on the skin, yet warm in a way..
like a mother washing away all the pain inside..

ahh yes..
the nightsky..
dark..
yet a place to find light..
mysterious..
yet a place to find answers..
frightening..
yet a place to find comfort..

It is under the nightsky where
all are good..
all are equal..
all are one.