I stand alone lost in a night sky
without even a silent wind
to decant a silent world,

all I can hear are the  whispered
dreams of the fallen,
not liberators,
just more trepidation,

Where are the Horizons?

its light
Where are the proud
, the leaders who never ceased
to claim its glorious rays?
the real stars

as I weep for what is lost
a scarlet tired world begs for them