some red some white and yellow, some moving;
small dots of sparkle on the infinite canvas of the night.
Soundless, starless and clouded heavens.
Only the sight of those lights, like a heap of glow worms, add some life
to this unfortunate unnaturally quiet and blackened town.
But they're just too far away, like forgotten happy memories,
their illumination too faint to spread any warmth or shine
but how does it matter, it's sleep-time and people are dreaming already.
Perhaps a few eternally disgruntled souls chase for some light
time and again, to snuff out the lightlessness within them,
looking for burning signal lanterns in the dark when the world is sleeping.
