Look up

Street lamps burn the night away as moths fly safely by.
The wistful air in dance and play, trailing passing tires.
A dance through trees with rustling leaves that sieve the breezes still,
whilst through the gaps of twisted branch; the moon in faithful will.

Look well beyond the shining light that's borrowed from the sun.
The heated glare of daylight stare made cool for all and one.
Scattered far and plenty wide in a canvas inked in black;
the shining points of heaven's pride, like jewels beneath a lamp.

Seek to find no pillars 'round to hold the diamond night.
No beams or strings of twine or rope to bear its mighty weight.
Were stars of glass, were skies to fall, were sleep not so innate,
we'd witness beauty doom us all to end in starlight's plight.

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Side note: The last stanza's rhyme switch is intentional. Enjoy :)