blinded to the plight,
dim the city lights,
and catch the dark sky nights.
i need to find a dark sky oasis.
looking for a crevice without this crisis.
turn off the false sun so bright,
blinded by electric realities blight.
high desert hot sands touching my back,
still the electric daisy carnival lights track.
no more celestial navigation with the stars,
lost in the ecology of the night like quasars.
climb to a mountain observatory,
only to see skyglow purgatory.
light pollution causing natures confusion.
galaxy searchlights are a big intrusion.
the ecology of the night,
just as important as daylight.
scotobiologist begging for dark preserves,
and besides that, it would conserve.
seeing what the greeks used to see,
sitting on the top of a redwood canopy.
skiing patagonia or walking on top of the andes,
on a safari for electric silence divination.
once excited on the newness of illumination,
birds and flowers never got the information.
they fly and grow unless we shield the ambience.
blinded to the plight,
dim the city lights,
to catch the dark sky nights.
no light bleeds into a night of dark dance,
a dream of perchance.
i catch just one dark sky night.
