Oct 05, 2005 23:40
I shine like the stars in heaven, but crafted
By the hands of men, I reflect in their
Eyes a shallow green glow. Some will waste away
In pursuit of me, blinded by false hopes,
Tirelessly chasing a state of
Happiness, that illusive dream cloud.
It has no foundation for them. But I do.
I am as solid as the earth
And as cold as its stone.
Can you guess what it is?