The Sky Remembered
When I look up to the sky
I do not see the sun,
I do not see the moon,
Their brilliance long since done.
I see a canvas veiled in gray,
Where stars once softly burned,
Now memories of yesterday—
To silence they have turned.
No dawn to break the endless shade,
No dusk to fold the light,
Just echoes where the cosmos played
Before it fled the night.
Yet still I lift my eyes each day,
Though hope may seem undone,
For even in a sky gone dark,
The dreaming has begun.
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