it is a dark starry night.
i stare.
the moon is half, the stars full.
i imagine.the sky breaks, like a cloth tearing apart.
the stars flow down, with a silvery fluid.
the dots have disappeared.
the cloth is all black.the cloth is torn.
can i sew it back?
what is beyond that cloth, i think.i sit still.
it is a dark starry night.
i stare.
the moon is half, the stars full.
i imagine.
Shapes i see, constellations they say.
i make them fight, a war of my own.
my thoughts versus mine,they fight.
it is all hazy, is that a cloud,
or the numbness covering my mind.
what is in that mind, i think.
i sit still.
it is a dark starry night.
i stare.
the moon is half, the stars full.
i imagine.
see the moon and sing,
makes your voice sweet, someone said.
i try, but i can't, someone took my voice away.
the moon is a balloon , i blow
i blow out my soul too.
now it rules the skies above,
my soul makes the stars glow.
what is in my soul, i think.
i sit still.
it is a dark starry night.
i stare.
the moon is half, the stars full.
i imagine.
