The stars are upon me day and night
through pain and sorrow
through joy and happiness.
I sometimes daze off
toward my mind of paintings and pictures.
I picture myself in a sea of blackness.
My comrades around me in a blue sphere.
Their deep blue gaze comforts me.
The cold crisp feeling of nothing, and the light scent of mint.
All in the darkest, deepest, most confined but comforting place.
Those same stars present my dreams
keep me from harm, and make me wander,
"Why did they choose me?"
But of all questions, and answers, and mockings
The stars will be my Guardians, Friends, and Comforters
Forever and ever....