Noname

Young Star

The tiny patter of footsteps and childhood laughter. The twisting, ever-changing patterns of stars and constellations, spinning intricate designs across the dark cloth of night.
A curious pair of eyes peek out from the web of eyes peek out from the web of black, fractured into a million glassy lenses. Jewelled tones of lilac and violet retreat as quickly as they appeared.
Stained glass wings of pale wisteria flutter short staccato beats in the quiet air of dreams, bringing to life childhood memories and the hazy mist of puppy love.
Soft, whimsical lullabies drift from the heavens as gossamer moonbeams lean down to whisper tales of celestial beings long gone. A single star shining iris and seafoam peers down, guarding a world of golden dreams and gilded secrets, a world fast asleep.

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again
And I'll forget the world that I knew