Back to the stars

those dreams, they were different,
making it hard to fall,
into the deep pit of dark,
inside the dim hall,

the yellow lamely fighting the black,
but firmly standing its minor ground,
i couldn’t help but notice,
the beauty of the moment around,

as the knob turned around,
the warmth of the night felt alive,
the shift of the focus towards the sky,
told me i wasn’t the only dreaming tonight,

shining, they were,
quite awake,
i stayed really quiet,
in my world of believe and make,

one by one they flew,
they flew far away out of my jar,
i felt like leaving the ground,
and going back to the stars.