The sign

Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

 in this nightmare world of retrograde time

Stare into the cosmos look for a sign

Spiral out of control, lost lifes design

You were my anchor now gone such a crime

Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

Need to find a new path draw out the line

Not play the fool in futile pantomime

Stare into the cosmos look for a sign

Days feeling like weeks dreams seem borderline

My home no longer the haven sublime

Dark days become nights the stars don’t align

Break free from bad feelings must not resign

My love is worth more than a tumbling dime

Stare into the cosmos finding a sign

Love all encompassing, truly divine

Is waiting to find me yours was a mime

Light days become nights the stars realign

Stare into the cosmos yes there’s a sign.

This is written in the form of a Villanelle.