| Here I stood there The cold nipping at my legs. The wind swimming around me. Water singing with my toes. Vast nothingness so soothing. I cried, looking up "Which star is mine?" as I melt into the sand. I stand here now alone. Mountains looking down on me laughing. crushing. The wind pushes me over. "Where did my star go?" No tears can come just those that fall from the sky cold as stone. |