They say that your dreams are sky-high That to reach them you gotta fly Up past the clouds, further than the sky Wait too long and the stars might die
For every star holds your hopes and dreams, Don't mistake them for jets because stars don't scream.
They call
I feel myself drawn to those orbs of fire Hanging up there, holding my every desire But I don't wanna go up, I'm a resistance fighter, I don't like going places higher and higher
I fall And I am afraid of heights, So I stall And at ground level I still crawl
Teach me to forget my fears, The clouds will pass and the sky will be clear
I look up into the sky with a sense of longing, I'll stop being lonely and start belonging
I smile It's genuine, it's been a while, but I smile
I am hoping to start a mini-series, and these poems will start off with Night Sky in the title, for that is what they will be about. Tell me what you think of the idea. Until then, happy holidays! (or what's left of them :( )