The sky is bare, seeking no light from the moon or stars.
Not one cloud to glimmer and reflect a single strand of light out in the distance.
Not shimmering glows from any passing cars.
The street light are to dim to notice.
It’s a lonesome night for the sky when there is no friends for it to accompany.
It wishes that something would gleam; to make the night brighter.
All alone, the sky seeks for a friend to shine.
