Overhead an empty sky:
Troubling me, seeking, as I'am
solace: - Nights sky devoid of starlight,
reflective moon in teardropp shape, has waned
into crying shame.
It's benign glance shimmering across oceans,
smiling upon golden harvests, alas can not
be seen. And I, weary, feel only its bluesteel core.
Coldness grips me, as i yearn for
beautys comforting touch.
Would, if i could, embrace the sky
become lost in its beguiling moods.
Find solace in, moonlights whey.
Tread once again among'st starlight,
and accept, infinitys depths as my
will- o- the wisp, weep no more for beauty,
lost in an empty sky
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