Since the sun
began to set,
Taking away
vibrant hues of hope.
Then comes
the night,
Dipped in the
misty darkness.
A group of fireflies
Passing by,
Illuminating the bright light,
Giving back the hope
of a new day.
And the moon is shining
Even brighter,
Just to tell the stars,
they aren’t alone in the sky.
Barefoot on the grass,
Diving deep into the shadows of past.
After wandering for hours
In the dark,
Tracing good old memories
I Found a little source of light.
Your eyes.
Looking into the night sky,
Counting stars, one at a time
Waiting for the full moon to shine on me.
While bathing in the moonshine,
Passing cold breeze hums a song,
That the wanderer used to sing,
To remember the good old days.