Sufjan and The StarsA Story by Kathryn SmithI can't let them hear me but I know they secretly can I take out my screen anyway holding my breath I climb out my window warm sweet air greets me breeze kisses my hair I sit on my roof and gaze ahead Hickory Drive is dead the world is sleeping I am awake awake and wide eyed a lost night owl searching for hope How can I sleep? There is only one way to fall To drift off into a dreamland The voice of Sufjan is my lullaby Each night and every night I find him deep in my soul he is a dream my missing piece a piece of reassurance his voice is so familiar and kind yet so gently cruel of reminding me of my fears of reality he is my teacher my voice I cannot bear to speak out loud the shining stars keep me sane they keep us all sane his words are my mirror a mirror of my mind Sufjan and the stars are what holds me in the dead of night they are all I need until the morning light © 2015 Kathryn SmithAuthor's Note
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