Starless Sky
And it came to pass
like a solemn mass.
All dull and moody
with thoughts fragile and woody.
Some days are like that.
Spent on the aged mat.
Staring at the sky
raises the spirit high.
Pointing at the stars
perfectly lined along Mars.
But on this very day,
I chose to lie on hay.
Observing the winds violence
and the nights deafening silence.
But the sky was blank too.
Where have all the stars gone to?
