It is a clear night
I'm falling with the stars and
There are no clouds to catch me

My death will be
beautiful and bloody
but I am not afraid

With eyes clear as the sky and
a heavy heart pulling me
falling, tumbling
through the wind

This is as free as I'll ever be

For what are clouds
but the vapour of dreams?
And what are stars
but smatterings of the pieces
of shattered wishes
Written oh so gently
by a child so genuinely

Who would have known?

The skies are blue and black
the moon is pale and pallid and
the stars only listless, lifeless flecks

People wish to, pray to
a sky adorned with a thousand corpses

No wonder wishes fall on deaf ears
And children cry at night


 
Inspired by: sitting alone at the gate in an airport