A great mystery hides
beneath the stars.
When admired
they seem to glow closer.
They´re often confused with bubbles
on champagne bottles
Swirling around
in yellows and goldens.
They seem to shine
with light of their own,
brighening the sky
for our entire world.
A great mystery hides
beneath the stars.
When I look at them
I can only be reminded
of your eyes.
Every night they sparkle
resembling the twinkling lights,
making me believe
that the mystery lies
not behind the night stars,
but behind the eyes that light up
my every night.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
A great mystery hides
beneath the stars.
When admired
they seem to glow closer.
They´re often confused with bubbles
on champagne bottles
Swirling around
in yellows and goldens.
They seem to shine
with light of their own,
brighening the sky
for our entire world.
A great mystery hides
beneath the stars.
When I look at them
I can only be reminded
of your eyes.
Every night they sparkle
resembling the twinkling lights,
making me believe
that the mystery lies
not behind the night stars,
but behind the eyes that light up
my every night.
