is going to be lonely
a
one star night
I foretell

prophesize for

the grey skies are
blown from south to north
and she
as

my only vision
her brightness is
so far away to the north

the moon and milky way
will be hidden
in haze and smoke
of the world's huffing and puffing by

taking time to
block my vision again

and I hope, again,

one star will sneak out.....
to lighten the black vastness,

the one I wish on
and for.

I call her
my guiding star.