gyroscopin

After the churning under cold star sky
Darkness reveals a Venus of light
Gives way to picturesque
As the closest star shines

Looking east your eyes adjust wide
Just remember nighttime's a restful ride

Sometimes morning's boring
Sometimes it's alive
Sometimes you drink your coffee
And take another ride

Not much use turning over what's inside
The birds and squirrels are still alive




(This was a "thought" I had one morning quite a while ago. Peace.)