Stars are empty places in the sky until you make them a home for your dreams.

Oh darling, if the universe would need the love of us careless humansto keep its restless heart alivethe sky would be full of dead stars.

I want to be close to the stars- falling in love with the moon;while forgetting of being a part of the sky who keeps it all alive.

The fading blue of yesterdays sky is reminding of the hopeless love I told the moon about you.