The Sun At Night

by Noise Pollution

there’s something out there
the sun at night

tired and tuned-out
by a blanket of
selected stars
the chosen few
designated by our
relentless light pollution
that are allowed
the opportunity
to shine
pale white
across a black backdrop
made of a void
a vacuum
a vicious display
of the smallness
of everything

And looking at this
I see my metaphors fail me
because you are not the stars
you are not the sky
you are not this fabled thing
you are not the sun at night

You are simple words
that I can say easily
you are warmth
you are comfort
and you are, you are feasibly
the best thing
that ever happened to me
even if after all
you are not the sky
you are something I can feel
you are not the sun at night.