Friday, January 10, 2014

The sparkling stones

I look up at the never ending canvas of velvet,
There are little delusionary stones that sparkle,
Well, they are beautiful diamonds that shine.

Sometimes they look like pearls,
They bob, up and down just like little droplets of water,
I turn my head, to the right,
And notice a flash,
Radiating from the diamonds,
As one of them zoom past the conjured remains of the mermaid pattern,

I close my eyes and give myself away to sleep,
After having counted my hundredth shooting star.


  1. I love when you saw that shoiting star! In those dreams. It came so gently, i loved it

  2. Beautiful! Loved the way you mentioned that star