A filled Sky

The night sky is empty.

I will fill it

 I clasp my hands tightly,

holding tightly to what I have left.

I hear the whispering

 growing stronger as I run out side

my are palms sweaty

hands shaking

heart beating faster

I close my eyes and

focus on my breathing

Inhale

Exhale

Then I let go

My hands release 

a golden light glows from within

Little lights spiral up

twinkling dots here and there

they sing a whispering sound

high pitched and erie

 

I hold my breath 

as they soar up higher

growing smaller in a distance

Then it stops

 the lights come to a standstill

I see

The sky is not empty

it is filled 

with Stars

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I saw this picture on Bing images and thought

I need to write a poem to that

I suppose this was an okay poem.

Hope you liked it

Emily and a filled sky