Sitting in the place we go
To create clear minds,
Mop up madness.
I question stars;
Those mysterious, majestic crystal balls
Floating in omniscient opulence.
And imagine their stance on humanity,
How does the sky reflect us,
As the oceans reflect itself?
For clouds mimic uncertainty.
From whisps of fog, obscuring sense
To billowing blooms, luring the lost.
Moon shines softly, the light of romance
Painting silhouettes in secret places
Sweeping silver through the shadows.
Dusk fades into darkness so subtly
Slowly, almost slyly
Serving reminder to give thanks for chance.
Contrasting this is the clear sky blue
Beautifully simple when an unanimous hue
Honesty's the property we forget to respect
The sun is the pride that we all should show
Burning inside and the outsides warm glow
Take a view from others shoes, be thankful for your own.
Remember the same space;
Second star to the right,
Straight on 'till morning.
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