Prompt 8 = Image
The African Sky
Lying flat on our backs under the Milky Way
Half asleep, I hear you say,
‘Can anything be vaster than this sky?’
We looked up together, hands clasped tight.
At the open, silken, endless, night
Where diamonds fly to after they die.
Our campfire crackles and casts a glow
on eager faces, sleepy a while ago
Its light vying with the brightness above.
‘It’s our very own canopy,’ I said
As I nestled back against his head
And the African Sky blessed our love.
What a gentle moment captured. I like ‘ open, silken, endless, night/Where diamonds fly to after they die.’
Thank you!
Awww. Beautiful.