Stars for Crying

Under the seductive, scintillating stars of night, through sadness of heart so weary in fright, by tears of cold and stories untold, heartbreak can look upon - look for the soul so bright - shining in the sky of beautiful light, where stars supine, like tree's of pine, so high and thrusting in midnight cry.

One can look upon the oceans, the mountains, through the sand and through the fountains, under the rain with cries of pain, clinging to the lost love that hath gone and find no better comfort than the stars above. For someone lonely see's them too.