Truth

I stare at the stars as they struggle through the clouds,
Their shapes faintly forming under the musky mist.
They shine like gods in heaven and glitter
Like a fool's dream. Truth finds its way in them,
She sings through their light, clear and unwavering
In the cold dark night. The rain falls and the stars
Seem to cry as I am patiently waiting for them to glow
Beyond and stop the rain. Truth comes through again,
Against the  mist and the fog, against the rain, the stars
Glow and shine.  They can't be covered,
No matter how dark the night; the stars shine through it all.