The moon beams, the stars sing their song,
They gently kiss the sky, the place where they belong.
The planets move, the clouds crash against the night,
A symphony of beats; the music takes its flight.
The trees away, the leaves gracefully dance,
I sit and wonder: does love deserve a second chance?
The rain falls: looking crystalline and white,
Looking like fireflies, falling into the night.
I close my eyes and memories cloak my sight of the rain,
And then my chariot takes me back to the world of pain.
~*~
{ Your absence inflicts pain. I'll accept it as your gift to me. }

18th April, 2017.
10:44p.m.