I lay on the grass
Looking up at the night sky.
From earthly worries and concerns
On this summer night.
Has no meaning,
Has no substance,
Drugged by the moment,
The beating heart of the earth
Pressed up close, embracing me.
Like a lover,
While an arch, a canopy of stars
Offers a window,
© 2018 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally published 21 August 2016