The vast expanse, a canvas of ebony hue,
Where constellations form, tales ancient and true,
The tears you shed, like raindrops from on high,
The sky cradles them, in its boundless sky.

So, in the stillness of the night, don't be forlorn,
For the stars above, with each new morn,
Whisper tales of hope, as they softly sigh,
While the sky collects your tears, reaching for the sky.

     — Galaxy Eyed pt.2 , 10/1/24