She traced her fingers across forbidden skin
And she placed her problems on the highest shelf
For her to stare at it every night
And she carved her children's names on moons for messages to be sent every time the stars come out to play
And she always wondered about the stars
And she always counted them every night
And it would always lead to the same number
And she never encountered the souls stars carry
She never encountered the dust of washed away dreamers
The dreamers that fly to the suns
Only to be held back by the realists that drown in these soils
That will never soar from the ground because of the beliefs of theories about gravity
They saw the darkness under her eyes
And they knew why
But they never asked how the darkness has left her soul every night
And how it strolls freely along her neighbourhood
And how it leaves her sleepless for days
And dreamless for years
Years that steal her youth
Years that bring her closer to the dead stars
That are but an image of ingrown souls
Washed away with the dust of her youth.
