Do not be the moon Hiding parts of you In the dark; Don't be the sun, Shining bright, I can never see you With a naked eye; Don't be a star Fading with the night; Don't be the clouds Changing shapes Always fleeting by; Just be here, Still and serene like The yellow skies.


"I love you." He said, looking at her face reflecting the moonlight. "OMG! A shooting star! I've never seen one before. You said it and it just happened. What is this?" She shrieked in awe. "In that case, darling..." He whispered "I'd shoot every fucking star out of the sky."

That country girl.

A girl like her mom Livin' off crackers, Loves fox and the hound Hair, wavy, like the clouds And deep eyes, hazel brown Running into the fields, Always messin' around Staring at the skies and stars Spending the nights Amongst the trees, singing songs Doing what she likes To hell with rights and wrongs Pluckin'…

Ah, yes. You.

You are that road far away Amidst the wilderness Through the skies, reflecting In the lakes You are a canvas that I paint Adding colours To my gray Like the heat of summer, Against the cold scathe I see you, in the weather And I fall, like the rain


In a world filled with stars In a galaxy full of worlds I wander As an insignificant speck of dust I look at the sun, in daylight Under the dark sky And moonlight, I wonder Why do we talk to stones? Believe in an existence, unknown? What is sin? What is just? What are morals?…

Barren was this land, Eroded soil and forgotten emotions A life lived in vain The sky forever cloudless That's when you came, Along with rain And everything changed The soil is fertile And now I can feel pain

If I owned the sky, I'd name every star after you The moon is me, reflecting your light Because you are my sun You give me strength You give me life (Doubt me not, this is for you)


The skies have never been clearer Stars, even brighter I have the time of my life, Lost in your eyes and laughter As the waves cleanse our feet I realise this is heaven, serene There stands behind us A sand castle, Teeny yet robust Watching your hair Flowing with the wind The night lost it's…

You, me and the night.

Looking at the stars, we wonder How is this possible? This is a warm winter. Your hair flowing over my face The moon envies your grace My hand is in yours, I stare at you kissing my fingers The sky is our canvas, Stars are the dots, Connect them, my love, It is the map…