As the night falls in the

 embrace of the stars and moon,

I stand alone thinking  

am i cursed or living a boon.

Dazzled by the numerous bolts of thunder

I seek solace; a den without blunder.

I stand hugging the 

remains of what i call me,

Counting stars on every 

wish of what i could be...

Distant visions now fail my eyes

Subdues beneath the howls and sighs.

The night that passes makes me aware...

Of all the pain ... hurt and patience  i have to bear.

Don't want these stars

 to embrace the night for long...

And to bid it adieu with a morning song.