stars poke holes through the night’s starkness,
mocking the moon.
they are the only light to pierce the darkness,
playing with shadows and lost balloons.

mocking the moon
the stars churn in the satin sky,
playing with shadows and lost balloons.
they are tears that children cry.

the stars churn in the satin sky
spindling dreamers’ dreams
they are tears that children cry
a woven stich in the sky’s vast seam

spindling dreamers’ dreams
a cracked web of constellations
a woven stitch in the sky’s vast seam
sparking my fascination

a cracked web of constellations
they are the only light to pierce the darkness
sparking my fascination
stars poke holes through the night’s starkness