in the night

I mourned tonight,

of time lost under moonlight,

when the shadows 

would be envious

of our presence

and the feeling of breath

against breath.

The stars

are all laid out,

waiting to be counted

or forgotten again,

but still burning

in infinite glory,

somewhere recalling

our past that we paved

into the sky.

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[N_a_t_i_a]

"The stars
are all laid out,
waiting to be counted
or forgotten again"
--
"somewhere recalling
our past that we paved
into the sky."
--
beautiful play with words.. and imagination..
the night with it's moonlight and stars always embraces this melancholic,sad feeling inside of us.. just lovely.