And the evanescent glow of fireflies,
She takes off on the flight of novice dreams,
Delving into the dark night.
Merging into the skyline ,
Above the blur of races below
And the teeming vacuous voices,
That rise above the immodest cries of desire and need.
Awaiting a promising meteorite shower,
Amidst the undoubting solitude from the chaos within,
The warmth of her dreams
Defy the unforgiving cold winds.
Stars align into constellations
As she holds onto the darkness with fondness.
And hope springs around the contours,
Like the looming clouds against the crescent moon.
Falling stars catches the crowd in a frenzy,
As she awaits her luck.
Yet the stars shimmer,
Mocking the audacity of her patient linger.
The night greys,
The crowd flickers
As the stars fade
And she catharsises in the zephyr.
Rising into a new day,
Retrieving her stardust,
She decides to burn brighter than the shooting stars,
For dreams are stronger than gravity.