Sometimes I Feel the Night- revised

This poem started originally as Sometimes I Feel Pretty. Now, it's totally different and more focused with a more extended image.

Sometimes I Feel the Night

Sometimes, I still stare up at the sky

and bring myself back to that place on the swings,

where I believed magic could happen.

Those stars gazed down at me,

left alone when they hid behind the clouds,

but I knew, deep inside, that they always sit there,

twinkling in the moonlight.

Sometimes, I know I’m content,

realizing that the moon basks me with its light,

keeps me safe and blankets me with white golden fleece

as I swing up and down, high and low at midnight.

It deepens my mind with those sparkling stars

planting a seed of wonder.

Sometimes, I look at the world,

seeing the smallest joys and biggest blunders,

swinging in circles, twisting the chains.

No matter how fast I swing,

I can always take a leap of faith,

feet flying into the air,

finally settling on solid ground.