why do you bleed dear Sky?
when your friend goes down, but for a while?
your heart does speak in many hues,
orange, purple, gold, red and blue;
do you mourn the poignant end today?
or do you hail the brilliant star that held sway?
who will you remember, when the last star is gone?
who will you wish upon, when a new one is born?
will you be the eternal mourner?
or wait in faith for the elusive dream catcher?
