At times, I look into the stars and I see nothing
Nothing but a wasted canvas;
Richly blue-black with spots...
They glisten with the wind and
They soar with the clouds...
They are stuck in limbo between this world
And the heavens...
They live not here...
They live not there...
Beacons of light - too dull to use as light, yet not too dull to be insignificant...
They mean the yang in the yin: the light in the darkness

The queen of the night shows herself from time to time
She adorns the sky and rules with poise
Never caring how small she makes the rest of the cast feel
She does not look down:
Her every step is critiqued
Though she listens to the wolves - for they speak to her solely

The sky fills the void - perhaps the Painter aimed it as such
I do not wish to think so though - it would ruin the effect
Lost in the sky once again
I sigh
The sky shows me what I want
But perhaps peace is not the answer
Neither is solitude
Perhaps I want to belong ...