Under The Starry Sky

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the passing hazy days,

   Thoughts juggling scads of unfamiliar ways,

   The fire in my heart, ablaze.

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the babe’s cry,

   Mother trying to soothe his distressing high,

   Father trying to bag the night’s supply.

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering about the Red Cap’s march,

   The rise of liberty, the fall of monarch,

   What was the belief that resulted in this morn’s anarch?

 

Under the starry sky I lay,

   Wondering the gloom my heart feels,

   Blurred echoes of conflicts, that my mind conceals,

   Yet there is a glimmer of promise to ease my grieve.

 

Myriads of lies, oceans of words,

   Silent prayers, clamorous rows,

   Legions of mortals, eternal cosmos,

   I wonder if the starry sky has some room for another secret to hold.