The stars keep me up at night
It's me and my broken compass, sometimes.
A sailor searching for Polaris
And the clouds are waiting for rain.
Muddled thoughts, huddled in blankets,
Words are woven into stale bed sheets.
Do you cry, sometimes?
The clouds are heavy and waiting for you.
Been a while since the sun has melted
A moon shaped star fills up with silt,
And I reminisce, sometimes
The clouds are dark and they hide the sky.
You hear your thoughts in spider silk
The paintbrush clatters to the floor
So ask the moon if it minds the purple
(And if the clouds unravel tonight).
The writer is a class ten student at S.F.X. Greenherald International School