I see the wind as it's breath
breathing uncontrollably as it cries
I see the lightning as it's rage
and the thunder as it's pain
that we rarely hear
for the sky
tries to bury its emotion deep down only to cover up pain
with the sun
that many would love to see
for they believe
that
the sun
is the sky's happiness.

the universe can hear
your silent fear

blinded with dark
not a single spark

where do you go
here have my stars
it you bestow

i smile
for i know
that
atleast we stare up
at
the same moon

i am obsessed with the sky
mainly at night

i love to stargaze
as soon as the stars appear
until my eyes
can no longer handle being awake

i love long walks until my feet can no longer handle a single step

i love long conversations
until my vocal cords
can no long handle
another vibration

"I don't believe in magic,"
the young boy said,

and the old man smiled,
"You will, when you see her."

- a t t i cu s

the moon
is so pretty
i hope
she knows
i adore her