Sunday, February 11, 2007
Stars. they glide and creep into every corner of the sky
Stars. silver and wanting they listen and fall for wishes and prayers whisked away like crunchy leaves in the autumn
lines and shapes, created.
Stars. one that everyone knows, ones that only we know
every now then they decide to hide away and take a break
Stars. how tiresome it must be to carry the wishes of the world on thier edges
do some wishes not catch, or have they just fallen away with the others?
Stars. you can cry a little, or visit us in grassy pastires
shhhhhh....we won't tell, will you?
Posted by INDIGO at 11:34 PM