A dark sky with nothing in it.
No stars,
No clouds,
No birds,
Just darkness,
Just blank;
Noiseless,
Nothingness.

Like a canvas waiting to be painted.
Or a room of none,
With nothing,
Or no person to visit.

Sometimes there’s a bright flicker of light,
Quickly drowned out by darkness
Some brighter,
And some last longer,
But most share the same fate:
To flicker out.

But some,
Brighter than all who came before it,
Will stick.
Those special ones
Will be there,
Until the end of time.