A Quiet Night

Below,

At night

Pitch-dark

Empty

Soulless,

Yet still graceful,

Like a musician with no passion.

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Below,

At night

The cold is unforgiving.

Making the frosty air

Almost unbearable,

To be in.

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Below,

At night

The dead silence fills the air.

Tense and uneasy,

As if everything would change in an instant.

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Below,

At night

Many souls are at peace,

But one boy isn't.

He is up past his bedtime

Staring at the figures in the distant sky,

Praying to the heavens above.

To the gods, unearthly beings,

Anyone who is listening,

In hopes that his wish will be fulfilled;

That his mother will come visit from the sky.

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Up above,

At night 

Blue, purple, white, black

Fill up the sky.

Replacing the sun

That was there,

Hours before.

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Up above,

At night

The stars, moons, and planets.

Of all different shapes and colors,

Shine dazzlingly.

A figment of imagination.

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Up above,

At night

In the heavens,

A mother stares at her son.

Through the hole in the clouds.

Hoping that one day,

His soul will too,

Be at peace.