Hopes wasted on Daylight Savings.

In the dark of endless night Stars of the distance Remind our hearts Of the light we once knew They’d promise us Our heart’s deepest desires As a dream we’d cast Into the mysterious abyss Wanting the abyss to make it so Tiny pin pricks of hope In the vast canvas of dark Give their word through the silence That we will have our mortal whims How to believe this divine assurance When our shining hope, Is not but a pin prick of light In the endless expanse of dark? Some people like to wish on stars It is their hope and promise But I know their will be a brighter ‘morrow I pity those who wish on stars Because the sun will break this endless night And the stars of the distance Will be Gone