I looked straight ahead of me.
There was a deafening silence ringing in my ears; it soothes me.
I took a glimpse at the many glistening stars, flowing in the deep blue sky,
all dancing above my eyes, glimmering for my eyes, but I could only see one.
I stared straight ahead of me, I could only follow the brightest one.
It is as if the others were green in envy, they fell,
in attempt to get closer, they fell to their depth; like shooting stars,
they dimmed away, as you still reflected my eyes.

I try to keep my grasp on your wrist,
I don't ever want to let you go.
I only had eyes for the brightest star.

If I could, I would raise my arms, and stretch them wide,
I would look up to stare at how my arm sways when I twine it,
as if I was using my fingers to draw a line among the stars, to pull a thread,
to reach out and capture the glittering star in my palm.

I slowly laid my hand down, enough so that my fingertips touched my forehead,
I gasped at the cold touch, and I closed my eyes wishing I had someone who could bring me warmth.
In a breath's time, I held in all that I could before I slowly opened my eyes,
only to realise I was standing alone under the night, under the white flurries settling on the dead cold ground.
I slowly blinked my eyes, only to see that the brightest star was looking down on me,
I took another breath in, and I took one last glimpse before I whispered it goodbye, until tomorrow's night.


♥ sylvia