Stars never shone so brightly
in summer skies and on lonely nights,
before now, at my window
shadows cast by streetlights.
Planets shining brighter still,
maps in the sky above my head
pointing the way but I can’t follow,
I’ll never again be so easily led.
Stars and comets, clouds and sky
far above me yet feel like home,
my nightly companions, lighting my vigils,
window-spent nights when I’m entirely alone.