The Night Riddled with Sparks

It was The Night

Riddled with Sparks

that flew upwards

into the derelict void

of a broken-hearted soul.

Reaching for the distant,

pinned down drops of yellow

-sometimes white-

stars

that seemed to be

just points on a map.

A map with no roads,

no highways or freeways,

no trails towards a destination.

And yet,

during The Night

Riddled with Sparks,

everything tried to fly anyway.