I am a blanketed sky of black,
that casts the Earth unto shadow.
But no matter how I dim the skies,
Their lights will shine like reflected stars,
Put there by you, armed with a needle-
You who poke holes in my shadowed sky,
and shine behind it- illumination.
Soon your sun will break my darkness,
And you will pluck out the black with your merciless needle,
And sew up the clouds with your fiery thread.