Gazing at the stars, the eyes of empyr,
when one is lost in the dark, it pours the soul in tranquil,
those tiny drops, that clothes soak away,
frozen I feel, sometimes when it rains.

Flickering lights, are such an enchantment,
magic flows in the breeze, gentle and opulent,
wind chimes, they sing, melody pleasing,
contend I seem, bygone from dreaming.

I desolate deep-within, where I hide my hoping holes,
gazing at the skies, I doubt if I could ask for more,
the boyant song that once I loved, faded in grey,
wonder if I should walk in sleep, or be awake.

© Inblues