Endless Night

Alone on an endless night
In a field of furrows I lay
The soil cold and fertile
Pressed against my back.

I look up to the sky
Quietly ever present
Watching with silent eyes
Gently guiding me in the night.

The stars light up my heart
Sometimes they seem so close
I can almost reach out
And pluck them from the sky.

A bouquet of heavenly fire
To warm these hallowed fields
And bring another day
To the hopes of tomorrow.

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