Speak To The Stars

When silence becomes heavy,I speak to the stars.
And I listen to what they have to say.
What advice they’ll give me.

And the night quickly goes away.
Turning into a better,sunny day.
When life is too much of a burden to carry.

When even the stars feel worried and wary.
I confess to them all my darkness and sunshine.
And they listen without a judgemental word.

After that,the moon comes up too.
And helps decide on the best advice they give.
They look at eachother and say,well.

That she spent her life wishing on a well.
And sometimes the cosmos were her only friends.
She has tried so hard to speak up and make amends.

But she was only human.
And that’s where the stars knew.
Night ends and fresh day starts anew.

Tell me,moon and stars.
Sometimes only you listen.
Will I get far?

Will I become a falling star?
And I admired the way his eyes glisten.
You were there for me in days gloomy.

And nights filled with moonlight.
The cosmos is wise.kind and well.
And brought me out of my outer shell.

Using my pen and ink,yes,it works well.
For years,I admired celestial bodies in space.
The moon with time grew a familiar name and face.

And the stars accompanied us for tea.
When there is nothing else to lead you.
The stars won’t mislead you.

Turn to the stars,they need you.
To be their shiny,bright new star.
The cosmos always told me I will go far.

So I kept wishing on a star.
And the moon became my best friend,distant lover.
As I turned into the sun and joined the lovely cosmos.

The stars became my best friends.
Together we cried,or even make amends.