The starless sky stares down at me.

It’s shameful eyes, always cloudy.

Those eyes tell me so much.

The words they scream mean more than speech.

No specks can be seen in the night sky.

I search for answers I simply can’t find.

Sometimes rain is formed, and the sky is made clear,

Lighting up with the moon within.

It is only then, that I see hope, I see stars.

Staring into your blue eyes.