Mark Campbell

NIGHT’S SKY

The warm evening sky, dark and dusty
I lie here content, looking to the heavens
Exploring the stars for answers; I have no questions
The only sound the sweet rippling of the waves
Beating the shore as if with a heart beat
Blissfully the moon, silver and bright, floats in a sea of blackness
And my heart and eyes melt to its tantalising pull
As my eyes close and say goodnight,
And I lie back to engulf my world in sleep

Author’s Note: Written while on active duty during the first Gulf War