My Saddened Sky

In the late hours of lonely My midnight walk under the moon, almost full I am half empty... I remind myself the simple task Of looking up Just above the naked tree limbs Hovering atop my neighbor's roof The stars... Positioned noticeably lower As if daring my hand to reach for them Old friends failing to desert me The dreamy clouds tinted blue gray Whisper my name in shared sorrow They float away from the moon As if to say it is not gone They beg I look again... As if they, too, were invested in our love Nothing, but I, stirs on the street Under the loss of love lamplight What echoes in the quiet The solitary sound of my own footsteps Wandering where once you were The Little Dipper tries scooping my sadness Into a ladled place of poured out emotion The North Star begs forgiveness Thinking she steered me astray Cassiopeia simply cries stardust tears That before were diamonds