Henry's Lake Poem by Jacob Underwood

The svelte darkness stays hidden below the stars
Not a movement from the moon or a mark of its scars
As the glow of the night sky cloudy like a smoky quartz
Sullen and green like an apple bout to rot with the decay of worlds in sorts

With each star roaming about looking like a city and its cars
As if you could skip a rock across it and find a geode of quartz
The sincere sight of it the moss of the sky in the clouded nebulaic courts
Always to remember it as if the sky was pine forest just to find stars

As you can just lay in the darkness and look up and see their memoirs
Not to step out of line not a movement or else you'll crash the boards
And why move in the first place when you can just roam under the stars
With the lights of Lanterns drooping in the distance right below mars

And to sleep under this would be a waste of the land in the carse
Let your eyes simply crystallize under the cosmos and become their azure quartz
And with its verdant glow and the sky seems oddly hollow almost like gourds
Swoon and sway just to lay in the pitch black swards