I still love gazing at the night
And you are my special star
In stygian of sky, shining bright
As if touch of love on tender scar

Fair-to-middling, the night escaped
In the days, I yearn that special bliss
Long for you to recast the sky draped
On the echoic clouds of reminiscence

When you left my sky creepin
Each moment sounded incapitiating
Wounds do heal but scars deepen
I yet suffer that hurt intensifing.

The allay of night absconding
Marked an eternal verity of mine
Even if situation caused disrelationing
Agony never erased my star's shine

As if touch of love on tender scar
May stygian my sky, you shine bright
I carry the torch for my special star
Thus I still love gazing at the night.

© Aena Meshram