Cross out the Stars

Yet another musically inspired piece, this time from the band Fightstar. And I've been thinking about this theme for a long time...

Twinkling.

Shinning.

Shimmering.

 

They hang there,

The stars.

And we lay there,

Under them.

 

The inky blackness spread over

Us like a vast, omnipresent blanket.

Dotted upon it were lives,

Candles that flickered in the dark.

 

I turn to you and say,

“What if?”

What if one of those candles was

Suddenly extinguished?

 

Raising an arm, and outstretched finger in front

Of my eye.

I cover a star.

It becomes crossed out.

 

Taking the finger away, the star disappears.

Widened eyes stared on, hoping it’d come back.

And yet...

Nothing.

 

Twinkling.

Shinning.

Shimmering.

Gone.

 

I turn to you.

And you were gone...