It’s dark,

Tiny specks lining the sky,

Randomly splayed out

Like freckles on a face.

Those tiny specks are stars.

They live there,

Unseen.

I’ve always wondered,

Is there more than this life?

The people on this Earth,

The hungry,

The tired,

The gorgeous

People,

Are they the only ones?

Maybe somewhere,

So far,

Something resides,

Happy and content,

Showered in love and affection.

But can anyone reach it?