Getting Use To Starless Nights

It is always...

An overcast of 

Mother nature's emotions,

Dark starry grey 

In wanting winter's way 

Where hopeless romantics 

Such as a lonely sun 

Shine not,

In mother's methods 

Periodically purging Sharp shards of teary rain,

When....

Can all but death is an end 

Forever lovers 

Wish upon a star 

Surrendered from millions 

Each match a fish in the sea 

One less in a barrel 

Shooting endlessly 

Into our great

Ever expanding universe,

How are legends born?

And right 

Able to take seat in the light 

Or ponder a scheme 

Some day slip into 

Squandered dreams,

If said minds shunned 

Unbaptised of starry lit nights,

Virgins of ancient constellations 

Go untouched 

By burning passionate eyes 

Seeing less of a love spread wonder 

Now that it does....

But rain all the time.

Does weather really hide the truth?

We certainly know 

It affects the mood,

I'd rather bunker down in rain

Alert the doctor 

Who all but knows of the constant head pain.

My newest appreciation 

For one radiant day 

With lonely sun 

And cloudless blue skies 

Over the hundreds 

Filled with flooding tears,

Soon....

Leaden skies 

Will fade 

Thanking God 

This grey has gone the hell away,

All wonderment 

Gazes towards black skied cities 

Realizing not, a vast mystery 

In need of exploration 

But a reflection of you 

And your reflection lusters

Through millioned mile distances 

From black defining mirrors 

Reminds me....

It's not often 

But rare 

One can radiate so beautifully.