Last Night, I looked up at a Sky devoid of Stars.
Night Skies shot through with tiny points of Light are more common than not, but last Night I couldn’t find even the tiniest of pinpricks at which to look.
Not one at which to throw my thoughts.
Not one to listen;
To wink back;
To give Light;
To Light the way through into Day.
Last Night, I looked up at a Sky devoid of Stars,
And so I went inside, as I always do,
I huddled by the dim Light of a desk lamp, as I always do,
And determined, as I always do,
To try again tomorrow Night.