Looking at the night sky,
I see few but wonderfully bright stars
Even the clouds look splendid to me.
Wanting to see more,
I had my eyes wide open.
The dim stars now came to my vision.
Wanting to see more,
I stared at the horizon,
Captured how it looked like on my mind.
I closed my eyes,
Then have had more stars.
Well, they aren't the same set of stars.
They're brighter, much more splendid.
Twinkling along my very own Milky Way,
Borrowing their existence from my soul,
Making my eyes gleam even when they're closed,
Their brightness seethes deep within my heart,
- On a cold, breezy, star-filled night of December
