Are Calling me to their Land. The more the Gap between us The more I am falling and dreaming about The Stars of the night Sky. To be with them like The Moon and The Clouds and The Dark. Their spark is What makes me inclined towards them. It has become my Religion to Look Up There in the Night Sky and Just pray to be with a Star of the Night Sky just like the Moon. To the stars that watch over me, Do you listen to my sighs My calculated goodbyes My I'll-leave-right-now threats and my I'll-be-there promises Will you hold me accountable after I become a part of you for burning brighter than you?
