Fireflies

Ten Thousand

Ten thousand stars,

He said.

Ten thousand deaths

Ten thousand scars

But why I asked

Is such a sky that is

Littered with lovely things

Cast aside 

By the people inside

Of it's beautiful

gossamer strings?

To this he was silent

And silent was I

And together in thought

We succumbed to the tide

And together we

Slept on the beach til

We died.

X X X

::the ocean my beautiful friend::