The stars, did we?

The words for the Secret Keeper’s weekly prompt are:

PAINT | CLEAR | DARE | COVER | DANCE

Painting ©Mika-Pekka Markkanen

Night paints the sky clear of day’s troubles,

bumbling jostling clouds, whipped by a sharp wind,

the irritating dance of erratic bird flight,

and the waving branches of thoughtless trees.

Night covers you in a soft blanket,

still and pale as you breathe softly,

softer than ever your daylit words.

Through the window, the stars.

You turn and they are there,

drowning in the depths of your eyes,

crying their silent glitter.

My fingers itch to touch you but refuse the dare.

You watch unperturbed, as dreams drown,

and I wonder did we ever dream the same,

did we ever touch the same stars?