Ancient steel yet not of rust.
leaves dance in the moon after each cool gust.
his mind is doubt her eyes are trust.
a thousand years lay like dust.
she took his hand. Closed her eyes. Only he and her when the world had died.
time has stopped. Heart beats race. In her eyes are lunar waste.
-C.C.

I thought that at night the sky is sleeping
That everything God ever created goes to bed
That even the night creatures... in a second collapses and joins rest
But one night, I stayed wide awake
I stared at the sky and it stared back at me
It winks through the glitters of the stars
Made it feel its presence through the wind...


Have you ever wondered how livelier it is than at daytime? I did for the first time in my life.