No matter where I am, there you will always be.
A comforting, familiar sight, just look up to see.
You are the same in every country or state,
Connecting loved ones near and far, suffering to abate.
The nights on which you are hidden, I hate the most,
I miss your gentle glow, outshining the stars as they boast.
Like a wise and aged guide, halting moral falls,
Even when you are not seen, you're watching over us all.
Shine upon the darkness, in my little room,
Remind me once again, life is not entirely gloom.
About the Creator
Dee Meinville
"If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more."- Mr. Knightley, Austen's Emma
Struggling med student, tortured soul (what poetess isn't), devoutly Catholic. I write to express what goes unsaid and to stand for the voiceless.
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