forlorn nights in cold, dark homes
dying embers of a life once known
pools of thought cloud the mind
time is meaningless;
we all will die

there's no light
save for the stars,
glowing escorts to the beyond
always gazing
always bright
waiting to be wished upon every night

countless people across the world
watch the stars and wait to behold
a greater truth;
a pure beauty,
a solemn confirmation
that someone,
somewhere,
is looking up at the same stars,
taking in the same wonders
posing the same questions


feeling the same *loneliness