The Dark Side Of The Moon [ Poems ]

III

you came to me ,
drawing your thoughts,
floating the moon
in my mess labyrinthine mind.

you aware ,
that I'm just a dust ,
that desperate to
get back home .

up in the sky ,
among the stars .

with the shine in your tip,
you connect my shattered souls,
one by one ,
form a beautiful mess of a constellation .

you said ,
the stars up in the sky ,
is no longer worth the cries,
they burning themselves ,
so that people will love them ,
amaze with their beauty,
while they suffer in pain .