It was as dark as a dreamless night,

I beheld no stars in sight.

There were simply no wishes or dreams born,

in a darkness so forlorn.

Each old and adament desire

beneath the blackness did expire,

like their corresponding star

as fading as a wound without a scar.

Wishes and dreams a memory away

extinguished, gone, and can't convey.

This emptiness within the skies,

with torpid light that only lies.

Shadows of stars hang above,

like the remnants of a glorious love.

I look up but see no light,

no tiny gems of glittering white.

How long ago did desire die?

When did all hearts cease to try?

To wish, believe, and simply hope.

How did our hearts learn to cope?

My night knows no final end,

I know no way for my sight to mend.

I see no stars by night,

I am left to wonder if I ever might.