I live in the middle of the night.

No sunlight

touches me

for almost a day.

No one can see

my face.

But the stars,

the night sky,

every single shard,

are the reason why

my world shines so bright.

In black, it becomes alight.

There’s a strange

mystery

that seems to change

what I can see

at night.

Darkness, they call it.

It’s an astonishing sight.

It emits

marvel and wonder,

rain and thunder.

Each dot in the darkness

will bless

my life.

But, it seems, a knife

cuts through me.

When the sun comes to play,

my world crashes to its knees.

There is nothing I can say,

no word I can utter

or splutter,

that will bring back the night.

So now I must wait

until the sun disappears from sight,

until it becomes late.

The sun overpowers them all,

and they become so small.

Disappearing during the day,

never being able to stay.

The sky full of stars seemed dead and cold;

a place once so magical now hurt to behold.