Crystal droplets cascading down a pair of cheeks
Each illuminated by the light of the moon
The sky seems to be empty of stars tonight
Letting darkness seep into her veins so soon

Isn’t it pitiful?

Her eyes became an overflowing river
With nothing else to blame but her own
The warmth of the sun had left
As the coldness of the night made itself known

“The universe is merciless,” she had thought.

The children of the moon are born with golden wings,
flying through the cosmos, travelling worlds and visiting stars.
They pick at the shackles of their realities, hoping to find another,
with glazed eyes, lunar-powered minds and beating hearts.

Sleepwalking in the day, daydreaming at night,
Fluttering their wings as they wear their hearts on their sleeves.
They are the Dreamers, moonstruck wanderers, who dream
to bring truth to their stardust-sprinkled make-believes.