just write: the brightest stars.

sometimes when a perfect season

is coming to an end, 

it's hard to feel excited 

when you can't see around the bend. 

and so you try to cling to 

the quickly fading light, 

and hold on tightly to the past,

afraid to see the night. 

but though you feel the sun is setting,

know you've nothing left to fear.

for the sky is always at it's darkest

when the brightest stars appear.