We have lost the stars

Guideless as we navigate

Uncertain waters

Without a horizon

We no longer see the sun

Drifting in a sea of grays

Motivation gone missing

We float without direction

We have lost the moon

And the tides she called

Spinning slowly, futureless

Any tomorrow unclear

The light is dying

We snuffed it out

Stifling the bright

With bushels and lies

We have lost the stars

Living without a compass

Wishing the skies

Would speak to us again – Caroline A. Slee