Clouds And Stars Poem by Barry Middleton

The clouds by day, the stars by night,
may seem to call my name.
But cold indifference in their voice,
forever is the same.

There is no answer from above,
no whisper and no grace.
The silence and the emptiness
is desolate as space.

I struggle through a painful day,
to greet the lonely night,
the universe confused by doubt,
that I cannot set right.

The clouds and stars are brothers still,
and that I can't deny.
And so I know they weep for me,
for they as well must die.