Its 3: 00 A.M Poem by Ajay Vyas

I stare at the skyline
Spread ahead, then disappearing
Lights blinking in and out
Writing stories in the sky
And telling tales I can't hear
And I think of the ripples of water
In the inky sea, too dark for me
To see anything but wavering
Reflections in; distorted stories
And trembling tales I'll never know
And all I can think of is the fact
That I'm thankful for the skyline
And the lights
And the stories
And all I don't know
Because if it was only the sea
Stretching without a break
In front of me, I'd think of things
Like forevers and promises and
You. I'd think of things I can't have
And I'd think of words that mean
Everything, and nothing
And I'd be a wreck because all I
Know is that infinities scare me.