The blue-purple sky today 
Has spent its moisture-ladenness
It is now cloaked in quietness 
Its sadness it has put away
In some clouded corner that
Will hold it, hide it tenderly
For now it wears a lighter heart 
Star-smeared, it now gleams
Wetly with nostalgia
A tender melancholia 
I look at it as it glimmers
Stalwart in its eternalness
Its timelessness, its ceaselessness
I yearn for that serenity
That noiselessness, that peacefulness
I take in a ragged breath 
All my grief sits in my chest 
Heaving, cleaving achingly
Endlessly, relentlessly
I look at the resolute sky 
At its crush of dewy stars
Valiantly twinkling at me 
And I look away 
Tonight I don’t feel brave enough 
To let the shimmering cloak of night 
Take me into its embrace 
Away, away from my sad place.
It moved its glutted grief today
The sorrowing, water-laden sky
And I have in my wretchedness
Made it my own this starry night.