Night, cool and dark.

Crickets chirp,

Singing to the stars above.

The stars that are my friends.

When I am lost they guide me.

When I am lonely they are there.

When I am scared, they bring cold comfort-

But it must always be cold.

Silent stars, so far away,

Could never take my hand,

Could never let me weep on their shoulders-

Quiet, distant guides…

Their comfort oh so cold.