John Casey
Where
a distant flicker somehow marks
the infinite reach of solitude.
Where a deep, silent nothingness whispers lies
about fading conceptions of hope
and the vast, enveloping black
delivers an invitation to fear.
So easy comes despair.
So easily to tears.
Look closer, nearby, and touch
wherever tears fall.
Where ethereal is real...
Leave others more qualified
to worry for the stars.