Dreaming


The sun is ready to rest,
and fill the night with a deep navy.
Light speckles the sky,
shimmering in a far distance.
Streetlights diminish,
and the world goes into focus.
I can go outside and gaze above me,
stare into the sky and count the stars.
I can lose myself in the life around me,
our planet among the uncountable,
other life and other stories.
I can drift into my imagination
of the unknown beyond our horizon.
So how could I sleep,
if my dreams may not be as magical as the wonders outside my door?