Under the Stars

For once I am at peace
The struggles of my head and heart have ceased
If only for a moment
If this time of peace is lent
I will once again be filled with sorrow
But that is the problem of tomorrow
Because here, under the stars
I see nothing but hope; no longer prison bars
The glow upon my pale skin
Makes the warmth begin
And for once in this hopeless soul
Thanks to the open stars, there is no ghoul.