Nocturna

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As daylight turns to dusk and night descends

I focus on a bright and distant star

and think about the people I've called friends

From underneath a pale and yellow moon

I wonder how we've scattered out so far,

how some of them have left me far too soon

But in my dreams, their faces I still see

and pondering their fates and where they are,

I wonder if they ever dream of me.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Nocturna