Stars

Neola Road slinks below you--

you who lie in the lush velvet

of a summer's night sky.

I step out of my Volvo S60

and turn my face to marvel

in your delightful essence.

My mind flashes to those

rarely graced by your presence.

To New York City--

a world that knows nothing

of the pure magnificence it foolishly dilutes.

Competing against your splendor,

its skyscrapers banish you

yet I know you are only in hiding.

For now, you and I know different realms.

One natural, one man-made.

But someday, I will return again,

to stand speechless and smiling

beneath your twinkling tent,

which covers this world.

-Ailee John