| Stars |
| I gaze at the sky, letting the soft midnight currents lap against my cheeks. The moon swims in the air, bright with swollen eyes. It cries silver tears. The twinkling teardrops shimmer, they quiver in the cold vastness of the eerie navy blue sky, and they whisper to each other. Some sing. Others dance through the air, trailing their majestic dresses, winding around each other before falling to Earth. The sun evaporates the moon's tears, they disappear one by one into the dawn, abandoning their quiet creator. Yet at night, the moon cries again, spilling its lonely tears into the dark. |