A beautiful day
is ending,
let the night rise.
Look at the moon
and the starlight.
How would you know
its beauty
if you didn’t let go
of the day.
A beautiful day
is ending,
for another shall begin.
Maybe we shall
see all of the lights
again, far away
from here.
When you see them,
your eyes will burn bright.
And I hope you will
think of me, again,
even if
for a fraction of time.
I shall for sure,
because you’ve
always been here,
in my sweet memory.
I will think of you
as a star in my sky,
and as we move
in directions
that are different,
I will pray for the best.
If stars stayed together,
we wouldn’t have
constellations
to look up to.
We shall make a good one.
We are all star dust,
after all.
It will begin again.
Some things can’t be said, I’ve realized. My throat runs dry, I forget. But they can be written. They can always be written. I will try to write them.
The Wordcastle 