Bathed...

It sometime happens that I lose sleep at around four in the morning (relics of setting a four o'clock alarm during exam time), and look out through my window lying down. On Purnimas and on days with clear skies, I have an extremely beautiful view of celestial bodies straddling a dark hill, and this poem is primarily inspired by that. This time, I've also included a few of the notes I've used while composing this poem. They may/may not make sense, but I just wanted to include them here.

Bathed

I toss and turn, eyes closed, sweating hard,
sleep eludes me.
My thoughts rush about,
mingled with dreams,
My eyes open with a jolt,
I look around.
I'm in a different world,
it seems.

I'm bathed in moonlight, starlight pure,
sparkles off diamonds in the sky azure,
a clean glow off the mother of pearl,
casting white shadows upon the world.*

A thought strikes, I sleepily think,
does life have a foreign link?
To whom our own sun comes in sight,
as a star to bathe in, in the night?

Notes:
*- There is complete darkness behind celestial bodies. They block the 'dark light', and hence cast fair shadows over us.

- To use, dreamily think, alien being, window to outside....

- Sun with a different perspective (one from outside our own world),

- Avalanche rhyming? None at first and then more as the momentum picks up? Must try more later.

- Emphasize power words, translation of ideas as I think them.