Under the Stars The cobalt sky has many eyes; they're brightest just before sunrise as starlight. Sprinkled amidst the indigo we stop to let the sandman sow his stardust. Glittering `cross the peaceful night we view a shooting star take flight; we're starstruck. The sky becomes a starlit show as sea reflects its silver glow, so starbright. In awe we kiss and say goodnight. I watch as you walk from my sight, soft . . . starlit. 3-14-19 This lovely form was invented by my talented friend Margaret R. Smith http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/compound.html