outside

the star

a blinding white

illuminates the gray

clouds

and the gray drab

buildings

stand below it

the light shining

above the barren trees

and cold gray

sidewalk

the gray curtains

of my window

are illuminated

and the rays

touch the depths

of my heart

                             -Tran

“When I Look at the Sky”

the sun

Of a gray

World shines

Outside

And presses

A warm hand

Upon the

Walls

Of my room

And when

I wonder

If we will

Survive

Another day

In this world

Of gray

I look up

At the

Gazing skies

And the

Answer

 Whispers

 softly to

my heart

the window pane

is cold against

my fingertips

and the curtains

are soft

and I think

that it is not

long

before

we

all see

and question

but yet it

is there

the answer

simply in the

clouds

the hands

our hands

that have made

and destroyed

will soon

find their way

and when I

think

of all the pain we endure

it is but

a glimpse

into that

vast sky of

stars and nights

when I look

to the

sky

I see the answer

Is not

To win

And not

To survive

But to

Live