Soraek-o

Stars fall in front Of a backdrop filled with ink. As if on cue, They start to sing The night's most melodic Lullaby. Hanging on strings, Loosely swinging in the sky, These figures seem to play The most melodic Lullaby. Little lights Attached to a thread of mine Softly touch my head Above a stage I dare to dream, Over a quite small bed. In the safest of places, I stare in wonder Of the swathe of stars Placed on a simple canvas. To You, It is something That can fit inside your hands. To me, It is something That puts on a show, A play, For me instead. Stardust sweeps the floor, Where galaxies Say their lines. And constellations align, To