Once upon a starry night
Two gay souls lay upon a roof,
Reflecting the universe in their eyes,
Bodies interlaced, as if their company was all that they had
And afraid it might slip away.

Not even two blocks away,
Yet another soul lay upon a roof,
Sipping her beer slowly,
Lingering in the small moments of peace,
Just lying down and staring,
Letting the world melt away.

And under the blanket of night another soul lay too,
Lying down on a mat in the sidewalk,
Happy that he survived another day
Proud for his freedom and happy for himself,
He stared into the stars as a tear betrayed him.

As I lay on my roof, gazing into the fathomless depths of the night,
I once more found myself marvelling at it -
At the power it yielded, at the spells it cast.