When There Are No More Stars At Night Poem by RIC BASTASA

your routine
catches up with you

you sit on a chair
one night
you stare at the
black skies

and there are
no stars

you imagine
that fireflies
may soon
come to please
your dream
of lights

you imagine
that a moon
shall soon float
on the river

there is none
nothing happens
with your dream
for light

and then you dream
of another

drowsy you dream
you are asleep
you dream you
are dead

and true enough
you never thought
of waking up

because there is
so much
there to be
explored
to be understood

why some people
dream of sleep
dream of dying

why some people
do not talk anymore
and inside that dream
you dream you are
a poet and you see
yourself: writing

simply because
there are no more
stars giving light
to your dark nights