Nights with the Stars
The night will give way for the day
Wait, I will!
While the ticking of the clock claws at my soul,
I will fix my gaze on the stars,
beseeching its light to numb my mind, yet
scribe all I would, each line calls to you.
Demanding that the universe give way to you.
Buried in the gaze of the stars,
I will find my calm:
The day will tarry no longer.
And this hurt will ease with each second;
I have been told. Wait, I will!
Until my heart learns not to hurt this much
©2020 Nasa
