A Weary Night
A weary night
With a sickle moon,
Light yellow in a navy sky.
Diamond stars:
Grains of sand in the dark, deep ocean,
Wink at the bright lights down below
Which hide the diamonds’ splendour
Their 14-carat shine
With their wasteful extravagance.
It’s as if they’re trying to prove a futile point,
By drowning out what’s always been.
They’re trying to change the constant,
Not realising
Never realising
That those diamonds in the sea
Care not about the lights below;
That their bright lights are merely pinpricks
In a great tapestry
Full of diamonds and blue, blue sea.
~Leandra Drache