Poems

Stargazing

Stargazing

Warm summer nights of my childhood when I'm out late

Was the times I liked to lift my head and stargaze

Countless twinkling trinkets shining on the dark sky

Amazed me as I lost myself dreaming to fly

Another summer night as the stars shone so bright

I wasn't looking up ; my eyes reflected light

With my tears streaming down like a river of stars

Left to dry out and die ; quickly forgotten scars

Tonight same as always the stars still glowed with might

But my same eyes are not as they stare at the sky

Knowing stars might be dead, but still sparkle up high

Illusions dead inside showing us their last light

Those nights now feel so cold, such a macabre show

An infinite dark void with illusions in rows

And on the ground stands me, so insignificant

Merely dust from a star to glow before the end.

~Miss Limbo/Rin