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I can see only one star shining in the sky,
As I look to the horizon that stretches for miles.
The light of the houses, the hills,
The clouds layered and textured like an unkempt duvet,
of a restless angel.
And I wonder if she can see what I can see?
I wonder would she like me to point out the beauty?
If only she could hear me.
Somewhere, out there, the sky shines blue.
Here, it holds me, without making any sound, and,
I’m too at peace to move.

Behind, I don’t need to look, as I know what’s there.
A mess, a chair, a bed, four walls, a closed door.
I walk through to see the hallway -
The same place where the letters wait, but out there,
it goes on forever.
You could walk ‘til the end of time and still not find the end.
I could stand and wait instead, lonely without my friend.
Chains of the attentive mind.
The star now is behind grey clouds.
There’s no poetic reference, just a fact,
The good will always fade out.

Be thankful for the streetlight shining on the trees.
With the nighttime strewn like a mystical setting from the ‘60s.
The morning is left unsure,
Whether or not to disturb the dark
and run the risk of blame.
It is simply nature’s way to move, and to change.
I’ve spent long enough now watching the sky tossing.
Colours of the saddest rainbow,
Swirling like a silent storm, and someway, somehow,
I’ll get to sleep tonight, as I know,
There’s a star watching over me.