The chirping of a
lonesome invading cricket
The only sound
on this summer night
The Broken silence of the house
Amplifies the sadness.

Outside the spilled moonlight
Collects in silvered pools
A tangled clematis
Beautiful in its radiance.

Clouds of prayers
wisp upwards to the heavens
And the reflections
of a billion barren stars
Create constellations of ghost.

Peering into the depths
of unknown tommorows
Seeking the one
to cure all loneliness forever.

Hearts knowing she is there
Even if unfound and unseen.
Just as the stars are there
In the daylight
when they too are unseen.