The air is so dense you could bathe in it,
And whilst the dim sky encapsulates you in its lull,
You could dream...

Of the night sky in other places,
Covering other people,
Different expressions, different faces,
Each life a foreign world.
Some search for a corner to huddle in,
Some dance with a lover in anticipation, infatuation,
Some watch in bed, some retire, some gaze,
Some bury their relatives and hide from the guns,
Awaiting the next attack,
Strike back,
Protection is slack.

For the night sky cannot rescue them,
Its warm and comforting embraces can be dark and intimidating,
The blackness disguises things, makes them seem less prominent.
It shadows and defends those subjects that people need defense against.

Night sky closes the day, shuts the eyelids, prepares us to dream,
Night sky widens our eyes to the things it hides,
And our ears to the distant scream.

I would welcome any comments or feedback on my poem, i hope its subject is evoked efficiently. Thankyou