Does anyone else feel
That the Sky feels closer
The older we get?

My younger self would whine,
Seeing no stars in the then polluted sky.
Yet today I find,
Even constellations here shine.

The forever cloudy sky looks dim,
And often finds an inky undertone to lie in.
The Moon is perfectly halved,
Drowned in both Darkness and Light.

Today, I only happened 
To see the sky by chance,
But even this chance viewing
Danced within my inner eye.

– Maya Desdemona