This goes out to the star gazers,
The 3 a.m. thinkers,
the ones who appreciate walks at night
and going to the beach specifically to see the sunset
because they seek happiness
in the very shadows of the moon.
The kind of light where clouded moments
are expected to brighten a flame
on the candle that makes up their mind,
giving off a sweet smell of certainty
and sanctity.
A steady flame of hope
that only needs to last the night
until the skies open up
and everything is real again.
Star gazing turns into being blinded by the sun,
spots to be alone turn into crowded obstacles;
these peaceful moments become disturbed.
So, these star gazers
and sunset seekers
search dark skies and empty beaches
for any sign of temporary comfort
that might light their candle past the point of only being able to relinquish sadness
in only the dead hours of the night.