Night Sky

Something's out there And our eyes don't find them Not because of the light around But because of darkness inside us Something's out there shining Bright than we thought it would Lame as us and limping all the way It passed by greeting us on its way To top out there, far from for our reach. As years go by, as we wait for them to return We grow old and frightened Of losing our old friends forever. They are shining our there But we don't see them, for some reason, We don't remember their faces Long ago when they passed by us, We looked at them as mindless As we accepted our lives the way they are given to us. We worried for instant fame and money Until they came to us and had our tea and bread Giving nothing but an advice to move ahead None of us heard it right but bid them a good bye To their, what we thought, insane walk up to that blue sky Now I stand out there with my grandson this night Looking at the sky black but with shining moles To greet them like I do every other night Now that my age is no more I want this poem walk pages And tell the story of my missing tour To everyone sugarcoating their laziness.

-Aroon Che