::by Auzzie, aznfyreangel23@hotmail.com::

I sing of the stars in the bright night sky
of the silvery moon, the cool feeling
upon staring at it intently, waiting for movement;
of the emotion that sweeps across your mind
as you attempt a count at the endless sea of stars.
I sing of a single star that relaxes the mind,
of a shooting star that whizzes across the sky
while making a wish, you murmur a chant;
of a midnight walk across the beach
hand in hand with the one you love.
I sing of the emotion that you feel,
of looking up at the starry sky, the cold warmth
that you feel when compelled to peer up
lost deep in thought.
With that emotion in your heart,
you feel as though you are free, like you have a reason to live
that you exist for a cause, that you're not just there.
of the silvery moon,
of the starry sky.