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Star

The night I stared at the heavenward blue,
The night my heart had wept for you.
Stranded on that sooty black
A pair of stars up and high
I knew I loved, I remember those eyes
But who, at all was the answer to my cries
The glitter his eyes had cast in glee
Her words had stuck like dust on me.

Shady ghosts arrived to veil
Till i finally caught the trail...

She was the answers to all my prayers
The fingers that gnawed deep into my layers
She was the dawn to my deathly nights
She was the star, even from long afar
that drenched me in an eternal light.


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