The world from plane at night

I wrote this poem once on a flight to Pheonix from Salt Lake City. I've edited it a bit since

There it is

A sea of darkness

Fragments of light here and there

Clouds like dark horses

Charging and rolling away

Some celestial spell upon them

Here I am an island

It doesn't matter that people are beside me

I am alone in my head

Is this what astronauts feel like

Nothing but stars above

Nothing but stars below

People say darkness is sad

People say darkness is evil

People say the darkness scares them

But for me, the darkness is more

But for me, the darkness is home

For me, the darkness is beautiful

Author's Note

I would love constructive advice on what is done well what I can improve on.