The moon so high above us makes me wonder.

Watching the city lights and people that lie thereunder;

Stars like pin-pricks in this raven night,

Sitting up in the sky, ever featherlight.

Beyond our busy city’s detection,

Silently hidden there in suspension.

Here I sit, watching it all,

Still unaware of how these stars fall.

Because here, laying in this obsidian darkness,

I hurts to imagine a time in which this light wouldn’t be on us.