Starlight

Like the starlight piercing through
the inky sky above,
 
so does the spark- that thrilling hope
of all I’m dreaming of,
 
twinkle in the midst
of all this earthly drudgery.
 
Like planets in the distance,
or a shining galaxy.
 
Some nights I feel so keenly
that I face a vast abyss
 
but I look up towards the stars again,
and I remember this:
 
That high up in those heavens,
there exists a mighty force
 
And while space is deep and endless,
every planet stays its course.
 
And though the darkness falls sometimes,
and daylight has its end
 
it’s only when the heavens dim
that we see the stars again.
 
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