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The sun is fast asleep underneath the covers of the horizon as I look up at the stars.

Something intangible to wish on-
Something unreal in nature to pray to

There isn’t just one star
Or two
Or three

There’s millions that appear in the black and blue
Like white daisy petals over deep water.
The sky in full bloom like a spring garden after april showers,
It stares down at me.

Real enough to see, but distant enough to lack feeling-
I stare back up at it’s all encompassing black veil,
Only a slim crescent hooked into the black velvet like a sewing needle.

Sometimes I used to think there was a god on the moon
Looking down on us with sore eyes-
Someone who kept the sun in it’s delicate dance,
And wrangled the stars from near and far to light up the night sky.

But now the milky moon’s scarred face only shines down on me, the light from the sun’s sleeping face.
That god is...