Poetry

Stars
(From “Everything, Always, Forever”)

The day is for living
The night is for remembering 

I write pages during the day 
And mull over them at night
I run from post to post when the sun shines
And stop and court the stars at night
I look to them, for all I might; 
Has there been more a comforting sight?
Though they look the same as yesterday 
I wonder what difference do they all have to say?
The days are as lonely as the nights 
But there’s comfort in the skies;
Giant, alone stars, clustered together in my eyes.