Seams

My New Year's Sky
was a black satin sheet
blanketed over my world--
as dark gray, pillowy clouds
lined in rows
gently rolled over its smooth surface.
And brightly, although veiled,
The blue moon hung.
Shining and peeking as much as it could.
Stoic and patient, it waited for
me to have my fun.
Deep vibrating blasts
Sounded.
Other screeching rockets
Cut through the winter gusts.
The air rippled and shook,
While spectrum-colored fires
Erupted in the night-time frenzy.
All was splatted and dappled
Across my silky ink sheet.
All this while I stared.