The Darkness of space left after sunset
Leaves a meager sense of incompleteness

Bound to broken shards of days gift
Searching through the remains
Flickering away the quietness

Not quite alone in dreams of stories untold
As constellations of departed souls beacon me closer to the place of my original home

Clouded over with questions
I ask of them
Do you deem right from fortune?
wrong from uncertain?
Or are you simply there to shine bright from the heavens?

Not quite fulfilling my wish of uninterrupted sleep
Their answer comes with sedated peace
it is a must
In this life of turbulent sorrows
To learn to place your faith
In the joys of the morrow.