The Quilt

A Poem by The Lion Page

I want to travel
To the mountains
And wait until
The night ambience
Crawls onto my skin,
Projecting its celestial bodies
Onto its dark blanket.

I want to see
The stars' patterns,
How they rearrange themselves
To build a beautiful story.

And I want to sit there,
Counting the stars,
Until I fall asleep
From exhaustion.