it is hard to see the stars in london most nights.
tonight, the sky is naked.
a giant letter L hangs in the west,
formed from jupiter, venus and a sharp full moon.
i wish you could see it.
i have cried a lot of late,
each one like a star, bright and precious
against the dark and cold of the sky.
shuffle played this as i stared up at it:
people think its a sad song,
it is a song of hope and friendship.
my life is full of both right now.