I remember when the tree in my mothers yard
Was strong enough to carry me back and forth on the swing

Even through the dark that clouds my eyes,
I keep those memories,
The one I most return to being the night sky

I would watch as it grew in the yard,
My father by my side as the diamonds of the sky glittered and glistened
Against their deep background,
That seems to pull you in

My grey eyes remember talking with the kids across the street,
Sharing our findings and planning our weekends
To see the sky light up

Until blurs flooded the corners of my eyes
Blurs of darkness that rolled upon the sky

As the light got dimmer,
I longed to see the blue backdrop fade to pink-ish orange, to light purple,
To a navy with a purple undertone that was thin enough to expose what was woven in

I longed the nights with my father,
Where I my eyes traveled the vast skyscape
Swimming along side with  the twinkling specks
That had been peppered upon the sky

As my eyes began to decay
I still sometimes wonder,
Maybe it was not just me who noticed the closing night sky