The gentle stars
Glisten in the nighttime sky
As millions and millions of years go by
They dangle motionless
To the naked eye
Forming stories to be told to generations
The meddling moon
Stirs the ***
The shadows, they loom large
Covering up the planet earth
Attempting to barrage
Our inner thoughts
Our inner peace
They’re the ones I like the
least
Hoping some day to scream out “release!”
To the setting sun
As the crashing tide comes in
I know not where to begin
Counting down the stars