his eyes are tired

heavy and rubbing with sleep

they blink like window shades

methotocal

timed

steady

concealing then revealing

his eyes are growing harder to keep open

but he still gazes up at the sky

he's reading

the stars open pages upon pages of a quilted night

it's a back-lit canopy with pin pricks

allowing small rays of light to shine through

making words

spelling out dreams

now he's writing

writing

writing in the stars

picking them up

punching new pin pricks of light

scattering them into messes

that somehow

are controled

into one

small

wish

he's writing his prayer

writing

praying

hoping

dreaming

then finally

the curtins of this eyes are drawn down

and sleep is upon him

ever wonder why the stars twinkel?

it's because he's dreaming

and when this boy dreams

the stars spell out a wish for the world

and so

with sleep upon him

and his eyes shaded by night

his thoughts stirr up clowds

shift winds

let lights twinkel

stars shoot across the sky

some die

others are born

control over the night sky

or at least *sly smile*

control over how I see it

for I read the sky

every now and then

when I'm not too busy to forget the heavens up above me

and what I see

are all his prayers

he makes the stars twinkel

and the clowds move

he's the author of the sky

the night

the stars

now I'll paint you a picture of your dreams

and capture what you've wished for

and put it all in me

I'll be your light

your twinkel

your sun

moon

stars

and sky

just keep dreaming, you beautiful boy

so I can read the sky

and know what you're wishing for

and then I'll drink it all in

all the beauty of your dreams

and I'll let starlight reflect in my eyes

and let it enter my heart

then all I'll have to do

is simply give it all to you

my heart

your dreams

and the sky

 
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