Manifest

Oh! I hear them again.

Those fantasies they convey.

Every time they flicker.

For every time the breeze,

Takes its space between my hair and escapes away,

I can feel my tears,

Dampen my cheeks, blurring my vision.

I'd still gaze at the shimmering beauty,

Even on the coldest of nights!

Some days I seek for them,

While they cozily hide behind the velvety sky.

But when I watch them reappear,

I feel the glint was worth the wait.