'Tis a lonely world

Where sparkling stars
of night sky wonders
which once were friends
have disappeared

Where is the warmth of the night?
The glow of vague light
which once was comfort?

When did this feeling arrive?
The habit of need?

'Tis weakness
What can we say
of human satisfaction
but what we've learned?

'Tis a lonely feeling
to be one in the dimension
of a million
When the sun rises
and to be alone.