Sad Stars

One by one, they disappear,
these sad, uncertain stars
that once glowed for me
like distant guides,
flickering signposts.

I did find peace and quiet
in these sad stars;
I liked how hard
they tried for warmth,
for pure whiteness.

These sad, trembling stars
were all I had
when demons whispered
outside my room
and pain clung to me.

Now, one by one,
they disappear,
these sad stars:
I wave goodbye
at the inky silence.