Where is the sunset, this twilight?

Why are there no colors,

No painted hillsides of blue and pink?

Where are the stars tonight?

Hidden neath the veil of clouds?

Wrapped around in the smoky robes of factories and urban-ness?

Where is tomorrow's dawn?

Hidden behind the hills?

Or are they gone, not to come again?

May God and the moon hear what I say this night.