Happy

Amongst The Stars

I see the looks.

I don't expect you to trust me.

Trust,

I've squandered it.

To the point where

It shall not come again.

I wish to see a new look in your eyes.

Disappointment.

They don't smile anymore.

I wish you would at least try to see my side.

Just once more, I'd like to gaze upon

The radiance of the sun,

Instead of dreary grey.

It is not worth the fight for light.

It shall be nothing more than a blot of ink

In the play.

And yet, rhyme and reason prevail in the form of a word.

A smile.

A hug.

They tether me to this fragile dreary existence,

Like a rock holding back a balloon.

I reach for the winds and wish for a while more,

But I shall never reach my desire,

To be among the stars.

I will never be.

So I drift,

Hoping for a soft gale to aid me in my dreams,

Amongst the stars.