Ode to the Night Sky
When you feel the spark of life dim,
look then to the twi-lit skies:
each sunset is a painted
promise of tomorrow,
possibility within each
brushstroke cloud.
The ghosted moon,
only half realized,
reflects gently
the divine course
for us to follow, or
reject as we desire.
And all cannot be lost
while the stars still shine:
by them, ancient sailors
plotted course back home, or
explored the farthest shores.
After all, the gods had
placed them in the sky
to teach us how to dream.
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