Stars and Wind
The wind and the stars
They are done colliding
There he is falling
On fire and destroying.
A little prince
In his baggy clothes
And childish ways.
I am not one to change the world
I would never grab on to one star
And fall
There is pity for the weak
I have it here in the palm of my hand
It is glowing.
When I tell him what is here
He turns
Laughs out loud then walks away
As though my words were never spoken
It was a bad night
Like it always was
This world never changes
Stories...
They repeat themselves
Just as this moment does.
It never lasted this long
These days of waiting
Here it is
I have to turn away
From the clouds we looked upon
They will drift away anyways.