There is nothing more beautiful than the Australian sky, with its midnight blue hue and its diamond eye-- a lonely star searching for its band of brothers, the Southern Cross light and a sea of others The Milky Way, broad and blinding The desert tree hiding behind a silhouette of red rock at sunset once shining A dark branch against a lighter sky A rustle in the grass A nocturnal animal's cry Red turns blue turns grey turns black and there is no turning back For the sky of Australia will always be burned into the eyes of the onlooker, remembered and yearned.
Australian Sky
Filed under Sunday Night Sonnet
So glad you enjoyed it! The Southern Cross and I commune often on clear summer nights.