Stars Buried In The Sky.

Passing through these old streets
Illuminated by these artificial city lights
I feel alone, no silence
Always a burden
and now the burden is
I know there are so many stars in this sky tonight
No cloud hides them
I can see only the moon in full
but not the stars.
Stars, where are you tonight?

If I force my vision only paying attention to the sky,
Some of them I can find
Like lost dreams
This sky is an archive of lost dreams.
When day, clouds, sun, and even the moon. Colours.
When night, some cloud around, moon, and so many lights.
Blessing me, illuminating my heart
since they can not light my way because of these
artificial lights.

I wonder how it would be without these lights.
If the stars could be seen with the naked eye,
and thus,
planets, nebulas, galaxies.
Everything would be
so much more beautiful.
So not blinding. So delightful. So.
But the stars are buried in the sky. This evening and plenty of others.

When there is blackout, may seem disturbing, but it is the greatest thing.
You can go outside,
or just lay on the terrace, in the backyard
and stare upwards.
Thrilling to every bright and true light that you can see.
A better inspiration. A better expiration.
A more organized mind. A more beautiful world. For just a moment.

Stars,
your gorgeous,
concealed by force,
Break barriers, break through along with nature,
and enlighten all.
As never before!
Be what you have always wanted to be. Always wanted to do.
and, with the moon,
watch for me.
Watch for mine.
Watch for us.