Noctum and it's saturation of Dusk

 The light of the night

with a warm simple sight

the sun dusking in the dark

warmth from life

leaving for the starry sites

of the satellites in flight

and a place for the pins of light

dots of white

like wonderous gas lit life of awareness

pointing to the sky

consciousness feedbacked by the awe filled sight

peace filled by wonder

and a wondrous sense of life

despite all the rage

despite all the hate

the purpose of life

is a reflector in space

a place we all relate

a place where we stand and gape

to a open filled wonder of our small

and insignificant lives

we look up and question

our lives and our whim

because once we squander

our own sentience

we lose hope in our lives

and we die with spite

because we never looked up

and thought what the fuck?