When I will be able to see the light
The light of all the glowing stars
I wait for the quietness, when I will be able to dream with the stars
I seek that cold light glowing from the sky
Serene, resolute, and still; breathing, flickering and shimmering
The Sun has left and I look up in the sky
But, the lights have not gone from where I stand
I can see they are not rays; they are created from mind
The noise doesn’t settle and I don’t know if it’s the time to follow the stars
They choose to fade against this new sun now
One or two I can see barely; all I see is the lights below
Constantly itching and peeping through my window
The noise doesn’t settle and I don’t know if it’s the time to wait for the stars
