Meeting

I opened the window and was greeted by pitch black,

Or so I thought.

On closer inspection, 

I could see faint waves,

Or I could hear them,

And imagined how they appeared.

Where the sky ended and the water began,

I could not tell.

Except for the stars,

Which multiplied by one thousand,

At least.

Like peering into a black hole,

Or an endless ocean,

From a tiny window on a castaway boat.

The blackness could have swallowed me whole,

If I’d have let it.

Or I could have jumped out,

And landed in a bejeweled, velvet blanket.

Flung softly from gem to gem,

Then swaddled until I fell into a deep sleep.

But when I awoke,

The sun rose,

Behind a line, which clearly defined the sea and sky.

They were separated,

But I knew there would come a time,

When they’d meet again.

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[AnnaMae]

Ahh, I love the lines
"Or I could have jumped out,
And landed in a bejeweled, velvet blanket."
I think the imagery fits with the night sky perfectly.
Haha, I wish I had thought of that!