I gaze upon a bed of darkness

Only when I squint do I see a bit of twinkling

Each glitter a reminder of dreams and hopes

Each weak flicker whispering to take a firm grip and hold on.

I stretch and reach for one, as if it were near

I take hold and open my hand, and see nothing but tears

I blink only to lose sight of any light

I look and see the stars have bid farewell

And welcomed a new sunrise.

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