The sky
Where the stars that twinkle
scatter
is where heaven earth
was appeased by an unsaid
prayed
shining throught a thin branch
was the future that forget to
bloom
and yet, seeming relucant, the
branch
let the bud fall
look, soon time will be up
as it bears a golden fruit
because, if only pick it
with those hands of yours, the world will end
as anstained thing,
the witness of the falling
snow
will dissapear if it knows
warmth
just beautiful dreams alone
tore to pieces
with the kindness and truth
of their cold eyes
The stars that violently twinkle
go against heaven
until a prayer that becomes
their enemy crashes the sky
i don't need a bouquet of
flowers
to mourn for me
grant my wish
before my heart collapses
the wishes of people,
that they want to try seeing
throught their eyes,
become the brilliant light
that makes time get full
everyone was crying
because they wanted wings
life play's
the whole sky chorus
when a scorched wish
wrenched open the sky
the birthplace i miss
will probably have flowers in
full bloom
traces of the dream
of the stars that violently
twinkle
show me the way
where the moonlight gently
goes
until the farthest end of earth
where humans say peace
exist
it's the sky prayers
of the quietly twinkling stars
until this dream ends with you
cry
