Some stars slip away,
from the hands of a soapy sky
They make a pattern of dreams
some of them moist, some a little dry
The dreams untie some loose thoughts
the ones that almost said goodbye
The thoughts trek to the moon
and choose a place to lie
The moon wants to break free
some selfish clouds push him to a standby
The stars pull a string of winds
and the moon takes this alibi
The clouds watch him go
as he smiles towards the dark sky
The black, and the vast cold night
wants to sleep when the sun sings a lullaby
The sun is too lazy to wake up
and the night too lazy to die
As the dawn breaks, i watch the day happen
Some feelings too nude, some feelings too shy.
Lovely
Thanks 🙂