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.