Little Pin-Pricks

A Rainwashed Night Sky
An inky blue-black
Iridescent with the promise
Of a Moon soon, meanwhile
The Stars reign the expanse
Little pin-pricks of light
Masquerading as Diamonds
Studded on that Cloak.
I sit, longingly look up 
And like a kid
My eyes connect them as dots
And despite the miles in between
I see you right in front of me,
Alight, Aglow and Glittering in that
Rainwashed Night Sky.