from my limited perspective

it all looked the same

tiny specks of white

littered the night sky

to my ignorant mind

it all felt the same

the measures of distance

too grand and puzzling

in the unforgiving darkness

straight ahead

the stars’ light smothered

by tall buildings and false clouds

in that daring alleyway

just over my shoulder

choking and croaking

snickering and bickering

it all becomes too familiar

and i hear my mother’s voice

“the daytime possesses eyes”

and the nighttime no longer

a story i’ve heard a million times

the stars distant witnesses

whereas long ago

they were eyes akin to daytime’s sun

with that, i take off

desperation clinging to the stars

the Moon only a sliver of the sun

and yet just as mesmerizing

a reflection of the sun

it’s dim comparison

granting tolerable access

but our final meeting is brief

and as red runs the street,

harmony follows distance.