Astral Pigments of a Past Generation

As the silence falls, when the night cloak covers the sky

With a serene darkness that illuminates the moon and stars.

Watch them dance

Watch them sway

Celebrate with the celestials

Thoughts of the existential

Though they seem like figments of your imagination

Know they are astral pigments of a past generation

Marvel their former existence

Offer them the due reverence

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: My good pal, Dana Crandell stated after the most beautiful thing I think I've read. Well, at least one of them that it was "just some thoughts".

No, sir. The above is "just some thoughts" compared to your poem!

For just because it's awesome, here is his magnificent thing.

I was at least partly inspired by his poem and partly inspired in a way by Cathy Holmes' sublime Caffeinated Kiss:

This is something that my brain managed to come up with when it's not being warped by my tall order NaNoWriMo scatterepistolarymulti-narrative-shouldn't-be-doing-it-as-a-first-novel-attempt.

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