Night Sky

	I gaze upon the brilliant stars
	Cool and silent in the perfect sky
	In a moment of utter clarity
	I realize their distance
	Immense and uncrossable
	
	I am alone
		
	I would share this perfect sky with someone,
	each pinprick of light a new tale 
	in the constellations of conversation
	My stories of Rasalgahue and Alnilam, however
	remain unvoiced in the night
		
	I am alone
		
	What good is dreaming of romance
	when the unbelievers scoff
	when those who cannot comprehend
	feign naive embarrassment 
	or offer solemn pity?
		
	I am alone
		
	We all wander through the darkness
	under the cold, clear skies of night
	Moments of reflective desperation,
	stretching into countless hours 
	of screaming emptiness bounded by loneliness
	
	and the stars are no closer