A silent night

Looking towards the sky tonight

The endless inky river

Might I ask

Or might I not

Will you answer

My questions, my thoughts?

Those massive dust balls

Or plain old stars,

Are they really someone’s dreams,

Someone’s wishes come true,

Or do they sit up there

Winking from that black expanse

Just to twinkle and tease

Then dissolve with the hues?

Are dreams really for real

Or mere stories spun out

To kill boredom,

To make hope

Then break hope?

Do wishes really come true

Or are they another one of those tricks

To sew up broken hearts,

Have them entrapped,

Then broken again?

So, might I ask

Or might I not

Will you answer

My questions, my thoughts?

Or just stare at me,

Through the silent night

As you always do

Like you’re always right…