Look
the night is burning
the stars ignited
the moon exploded
with flames
the color of dark blue.
There is no warmth
nor smoke.
This is what they call
a spontaneous combustion.
When we dont see
what we are searching,
or what we yearn,
we feel this celestial burning.
For what are stars for
if they wont conspire?
And what is the moon for
if it does not grant our desires?
Aren't they supposed
to be our talismans?
When we are the heroes
of this God-forsaken land?
So look!
The sky is burning.
The stars are charred
and the moon is crumbling into ashes.
I set fire to them
I did,
the color of dark blue.
They are nothing but paper signs
that scatter into dust
they fall into earth
in specks and dots.
But as I look up to them in alarm
they entered my eyes
and suddenly,
I cried.
