Second sonnet
(cause I lied)
Clear skies, dark night, he starts seeing it all
It's cold outside, he is alone with stars
Outnumbered, pitied, loved by them, he calls
The poet telling venus, saturn, mars:
"I've never prayed, had faith in deity
I've never wished upon a shooting sun
She had discourse not long ago with me
Debating fate and purpose in this one
I've tried to fall asleep, but restlessly
Oh stars, shed light not on my human face
But on this conscious issue we all see
(Cause offering your services - what grace!)
Stars, please, do tell me now and grant me bliss
Of purpose, love and life and loneliness?"