I’ll wish for the stars to gleam
Even the sun may very well die
Even though we may burst the seams
So we glance skywards maybe not cry?
The rains they come this night
No, refreshing life cold as stone
Do not worry, nor be a fright
Come every dying night, atones
The moon hung on a canvas this shook
Hollow heart beating loud and strong, now
Crescent or full, never there, look!
Dream howls, this night not allowed
Come the morning take anew breath
Goodbyes whisper, a memories death?
