The auburn sky hasn't been auburn for a while,
it bleeds denial that everything will be alright,
but at night the sky in its expanse, expands my mind,
for it is at night that I learnt to love the sky in its disguise,
its mysterious eyes looking over me, not just the pair,
but despair seems to vanish, banished by a million eyes,
all that shine and illuminate the gated paths of my life.

I believe people call them stars, those eyes that look down,
but I frown upon such simplistic labels of stars,
but those eyes that gaze on me from afar are more than just celestial bodies,
those eyes that gaze on me from afar are
the source of my light and more or less:
my guardian angels, guarding from the complete darkness of night.

The auburn sky hasn't been auburn for a while,
and with a smile I say 'frankly I don't care,
as long as the night shares the guardian angels with me'.