Above our heads at nightfall form the stormy clouds,
Blocking from our sights the stunning stars,
Causing us to wonder what the reasons for toiling are
If no one hears our prayers through thunder loud.
We yearn for starry nights that ignite the paths below,
The ones we tread with passion and with glee;
Of such delightful dreams we so much long to see
That we willingly trudge through rain and sleet and snow.
But when we ponder all the stars we gazed upon back then,
They shimmer just as when we once perceived;
We recognize the reasons we still inwardly believe
That we’ll see the stars a’ shining once again.
And just as we’re about to lay to rest our weary eyes,
We look above and see them light the skies…
alexandersoul 