When You Were Full Of Dreams

There were days when you dreamt

Beautiful dreams

Of a thousand suns

A vast blue sea

Of stars hanging so close

So close that you would grasp them

Pluck them and hang them like chandeliers

…but those were those days

Now, without concrete dreams

And if you dream it involves dying

The days are cloudy, the stars hide

In cracks in the sky

The moon is mourning

The sun is shy,

It creeps across the sky

Sometimes stealthily, other times it creeps

Behind the shrubs of clouds