Being outside in the full dark of night has always enchanted me. The infinity of the stars and the glowing moon seemed otherworldly and yet there is also something intimate in it, knowing that people all over the world share the same sky. The starry skies give us hope and peace so I created a collage that represented that for me, and I share this charming poem written by Robert Lewis Stevenson.
Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlor and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne’re were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.
--Robert Lewis Stevenson (13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894)