(A poem dedicated to those who confide in the stars and the Moon of the night.)

Her heart is a sorrowful cemetery of softly whispered 'almosts' that were lost in time ,

and when the sky's sapphire shades fade away into an unfathomable darkening abyss

they wickedly steal her sleep and torment her in her dreams like a bittersweet rhyme ,

of the words that are helplessly flooding inside her head and never reach the shore of her lips

She stretches her slender hands to touch the Moon who guides the dreamers that swim at night ,

and to hold the stars that are radiantly ardent like little life boats scattered across for those who wander

the cosmos disguises itself into an incredibly eternal sea that beckons to those who lay awake in the faint light ,

to the ones who believe in the pure magic of love to stay afloat against the tempestuous billows in sight.