Every little pinprick in the fabric of the sky,
each distant star sewn into the veil of night
portraying how beautiful it can be to dream
yet how impossible, dreams are to grasp.
Still, we gaze into those ink-black skies
awestruck by the majesty of the universe
small; almost insignificant by comparison,
yet we weigh our tiny, whimsical dreams against the stars.
-Like we were miniature gods
that we could command this night
to fulfil our deepest wishes
simply by turning our eyes to the heavens and praying.
for what we believe, we deserve
greedy enough to believe
that the night owes us our day.