Beyond The Stars

Have you ever wished a star goodnight?
Soft whispers flutter like forgotten dreams.
The moon hums a lullaby, colored in silver hues.

Once, we rode our cardboard rockets, imagining the voyage before us. It was a venture beyond the sleepy heads of cats and the grumpy clouds— always listening, but never caring.

I used to think stars were lost souls looking for a place
A shadow of myself tangled in bedtime stories
gazing at constellations that look like old friends.

Follow the Echoes
Trip over Galaxies