No Stars Sky

Many times,

while walking in the dark,

in the roads after dusk,

I end up watching up,

trying to see over,

this clouded sky.

I don't want you with me.

I feel like I only want me,

to be more like you.

To be freerer .

To be a dreamer.

To stare at the dark,

but not in a losing sight,

but in a dreaming smile.

A light there and there,

autos going elsewhere,

dogs barking.

But I only hear me,

crying my soul out,

instead of beating me up,

to go over the clouds,

and reach back,

in the stars.