Starlit Sky

Because I felt like writing a real poem. I came up with the idea and the first line in the shower this morning:

Starlit Sky

You can’t see the starlit sky in the city.
Go out in the wilderness away from the lights
And you will never see something quite so pretty.

Like sandpaper, dotting the sky so gritty,
Specks of stars against a black matte so white.
You can’t see the starlit sky in the city.

So bright in the suburbs; such a pity,
Itself is rather a startling sight.
And you’ll never see something quite so pretty.

Patterns of light, themselves almost witty,
From forever away in concert ignite.
You can’t see the starlit sky in the city.

Drive away and bet the entire kitty
That the reward will be marvelously bright.
And you will never see something quite so pretty.

While city-dwellers debate in endless committee,
You may escape into endless dark night.
Because you can’t see starlit skies in the city,
You will never see something quite so pretty.

-Sean Paul