• Slowly I watch
    As the sun leaves me behind
    Shrinking in the distance
    Out of reach.

    The dark surrounds me
    Making it hard to find my way
    I’m lost in the blackness
    Without hope.

    Then the stars appear
    Gradually at first
    Growing in number
    Lighting a path.

    The tears of mourning
    Turn into those of happiness
    Grateful for the stars’ appearance
    I find home.

    But as I lay in bed, I wonder
    Which will I miss at morning’s light?
    Will I remember the stars
    Or be blinded by the sun?