by David K Asamoah

We are as planets in the starry dome
Moving in unique orbits through the void,
Though the same sky, in different heavens we roam
As different hells for us have been employed
Often in the late hours of day one finds
Their focus lost in twilight’s bold display
And endless thought puts one in many minds
For many torments in each passing day.
How many times have I felt all but one?
In this small sphere of grief and ecstasy
Awing at other worlds and their bright suns,
All while my stars shine darkly over me.
Yet peering past the shadows of this hour
I find the presence of my evening star.