I am not sure how many lives I have left to live,
Or how long this one will last,
I will be content in sitting here with everyone
Watching the cloudy sky with not it’s jewels , but it’s scars
Wondering if it was always this beautiful beneath the stars
Jamming to the tunes of ‘What a wonderful world’
Or ‘Man smart woman smarter’ if we need a laugh
Hearing Joker’s backstory, each others’ queer batman theory
Getting up on the park bench, an recreating our own little La La Land sequel
For the stunted trees around
Or for the resident birds in those trees that might prefer some entertainment with their evening meal.
Just this once,
You do not need to be a stargazer,
Or a singer
Or a dancer
Or a storyteller,
You just need to be you.
So come along,
With your flaws, your imperfections, even your scars,
And let the night beautify them
Just like it did for the sky.
And do not fear
For, in all this while,
The dark has never judged anyone for their darkness.