not a sign of any stars shining in the sky tonight
it's like the sky is, too, grieving

not a sign of any good dreams tonight
it's like the dreammaker is, too,  mourning

but the heart, now
doesn't bother about good dreams anyway

probably cause the mind is wandering, carrying along the heart
wandering far
far away from here
to home
to home where everyone is
well not everyone,
not anymore.

goodbye moing, rest well ❤