The stars watched us realize our insignificance
Centered in their universe, while we spin around
An inky night sky, aglow, with the pulsing night
Against a fervent night sky they pulse with a fire
We yearned for their brilliant heat- we never will feel.
Caught like flies; fooled by strands of a spiderís silky web
We lie disoriented against manicured lawns; speechless
The gravity of distance, weighing heavy against our hearts
Bleeding tears of longing begot from this awareness of loss.
With the inconclusiveness of consequences still pending
The skiesí bruised slate gives rise to the light of a new day