The night

Something I came up with in 3rd year.
Modified today

A black canvas of floating light,
Sometimes so clear with speckled white,
Sometimes with cotton tufts, still and in flight,
To the wandering eye, it's a calm delight.

It seems strange to see so far from above,
A sphere of air holds everything snug,
A window there lies, to another world,
Of silence and beauty, so myriad, so bold.

To the eye, it changes ever so often,
The days din, it always does soften,
Slowly art appears with passing time,
A slow dance of hue and flame,

Music sounds faint and distant,
Shadows leave behind nothing to claim,
Out comes pure and silver, a glowing orb...

It's the night!