When those stars had lost their light,
How you grabbed your favourite sweater,
And padded out in the night,
And the sight that lay above you
Made your tiny heart start reeling,
As a sea glinting starlight danced ,
On the worlds now darkened ceiling,
But though the stars strung high above you,
Claimed you were a part of it all,
But listen young explorer,
For a star's light can be slow ,
And the ones you see above you,
Were made a long time ago,
And though the world won't see it,
Until the Earth's a lot more worn,
The moment you saw that sky,
A brand new star was born.
YOU ARE READING
WHAT IF I COULD JUST WRITE .
Poetry"Laugh harder at the place where you have cried the most", when no one hear me , I just write.
