17 or 20 Stairs

A little patch of clouds under this velvet purple night.
They’re surrounded by a sprinkle of stars from space
But they’ve yet to reach ground.
They are suspended in the night sky.
And if only I could turn off these city brights
And stare right into the star that shines the most light.

It’s got me twisting words.

The higher you look up the darker the sky gets.
From the purple that sleeps atop the back of the mountain
to the black up above that seems endless with thought.
These stars appear frozen in time falling to Earth.
I am reminded of the peace we sleep under.
Look at the cloud now, it’s disappeared.