Rigel: Fallen Star

Nightly Secret

09.30.2022

With days ringing like an ocean of noise and distractions,
Our words and actions drown into a messy riddle,
But tonight, as the moon blooms into view,
Our voices become as clear as crystal.

In the light of day, you are a four-leaf clover,
Clueless to those in awe of your charm,
But through the night, you are the key to a garden,
Where its serenity dares not to pose any harm.

Here, the rain greets us gently,
Calling on the chilly air to tickle our noses.
Here, the wind guides the butterflies back home,
Nudging them towards the path of camellias and roses.

We laugh so loud crows flutter into the sky,
With onlookers glaring daggers as though we have become lunatics.
Our symphonies echo ‘til our lungs start to cry,
‘Til our ears bleed from our impressions, jokes, and antics.

Your heart bleeds into the pages of your writing,
Staining the papers with words you wish to make known.
Your pen seeps its way into a new reality,
Shielding us with the world you call your own.

Oh four-leaf clover, the people stare and wonder,
Indulging in your charms from the crack of dawn,
But still, I pray, dear garden keeper,
That this nightly secret be ours alone.