This sky has secrets, how could it not?
It's seen plague and wars that others forgot.
It leaks this light in its sheet of black
But why so little? why hold back?
This sky keeps to itself, it stores its wonder
And still I'm in awe of this ceiling I'm under.
If your dust is me and my dust is you,
Then why do I feel so small in this nocturnal view.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
This sky has secrets, how could it not?
It's seen plague and wars that others forgot.
It leaks this light in its sheet of black
But why so little? why hold back?
This sky keeps to itself, it stores its wonder
And still I'm in awe of this ceiling I'm under.
If your dust is me and my dust is you,
Then why do I feel so small in this nocturnal view.
