Deep Space Poem by Smoky Hoss

The darkness of being alone
after midnight
shines like the only star left alive -
It pours low light
over the hunger of the heart
like moonlight upon an unknown grave -
Through deep space
cold hearts dare reach out
unto that distant, dim beacon,
the only flicker of hope in a black universe
engulfed by frigid distance;
Reaching and reaching,
always reaching... always wondering:
At the speed of light
can the star still survive?
Or has it burned out eons ago,
leaving the lonesome light traveling,
forever calling out hope across the light years,
into the receding depths
of an ever expanding universe,
lacking love -