Lighting bolts in the night sky, a web of cracks in pitch black glass
In a flash, they disappear. Moments later, they reappear.
Suddenly, thunder shakes the earth. The world is calm when it stops.
The bright sun slowly slides down the twilight sky.
Colors blend as the day ends, an artist’s dream.
Night arrives, suffocating me. But it’s okay: stars appear.
String of stars twinkling in the pitch black sky.
Dreamers saw stories in them, waiting to be told.
During dawn, they fade into light. Not gone forever, just hiding.