Starry Night

The moon glowed of rich yellows and oranges,
it bled onto the night
A mystifying aura of yellow circled the proud moon
the night was waves, colors upon colors;
a curl, a ripple, a constant struggle
the night was alive with fire, and below it all
lay a town deep in hibernation,
the fierce sky selflessly protecting their dreams;
the night played out its drama,
Starry Night