These stars shine and though less enticing
Still sparkle as ground bound fail to incline.
Some.  Not all.  Not every.  Not I.  Not tonight.
I appreciate honest. Frequently I do.
And, admit.  Admire. Fathom so far! Yet more so ancient! Awed by their presence twinkling any other time countless.  incredible and caught in their conundrums throughout my small, small, insignificant mind.  But tonight I am inward.  Where does such an equal space as that of high now occupy as this hollowness and lack I feel within.  So very missing.  Held Hollow and unable to see anything else but my lonely heart in which none do light.