A speckled light,
Unknown,
But more known than the secrets buried deep.
Most people look only on the outside:
A dim glow,
Scars, gashed across while
Other's footprints on the surface.
What is really of worth,
Trapped in the night sky?

The more I look up at you,
The more I realize,
It is forgotten,
The beauty fading,
The memories erased.
How I long to leave this place,
But only to join others that
Are like the two of us.

Tell me something
Guardian of the sky,
Do you dream like I do?