Oh night, dear night. Don't you see the moon shine?
Even as the sun rests, light can still be found.
Stars scattered like diamonds in the dark.
Dancing like fireflies, glowing like sparks.
Don't you see me when you look up the sky?
Faintly beaming with light that isn't mine?
Comforting you until dawn, gentle and warm.
Healing all the ache, soothing as a balm.
But my dearest night, the glow does not last
The moon cannot provide the blaze it lacks.
Time and time again, it becomes dark once more.
Gone, banished, no one glances back like before.
All the lux from the warmth of a burning star.
Not mine-- only a vessel from afar
I smile like I mean it, show what they want.
No frown can be found. A reflection, a front.
The stars look down at shattered glass on the ground.
A mirror and a recorder that imitates sounds.
I will never be a bright celestial above.
When I only copy the smile they know and love.
Who am I when I am not the guide at dusk?
Or when I am not the reflection they asked?
Am I the ball that shines only with the sun
Or the mirror that only shows you the fun?