I wish I could remember
The times when I could gaze
Into the vastness of the skies above,
And be awed by its sheer beauty;
Clouds with unique contours,
Ever so fleeting and reshaping,
Vivid shades of white light
During sunrises and sunsets,
The gloomy darkness
Engulfing the tranquil nights,
The lone pearl orb
Longing to stay,
The infinite scintillae speckled across,
Ever so fixed in their spots.
They're more than distant memories;
A Fantasy, maybe.
Now when I look above
from the same place where I used to,
I am unmoved by the mundane riches,
Not because I'm accustomed to it.
No, because there is more to the skies
Than just the charm I once craved.
Those were the halcyon days.
Now, I only wish to be seen
By someone from heavens above,
To listen to my cries, to save me.
Now it's not an allure, rather
A plea, a child at prayer, a lost hope.