The Night Sky Tells All

In the dead of night, crickets play their song. I lay on the cold dirt ground, while in your arms. Look up, you say. A diamond filled like sky. I see a smile. The sky stares back at me with loyal eyes with a fighter spirit. My future is bright and dreams are big. The northern star guides me through my life. I’ve always had long hair, Ever since I could remember. It makes me, me. As the wind blows, it blinds my eyes. I move it behind my ears to see God’s beauty. It was like a mirror. The quiet scream noise, The noise of my past haunts me. I close my eyes for a moment, I feel your warmth, but I picture someone else. The cold air blows once more, My reality is set back. Looking at the night sky, I’m at peace. City life is where I grew up. The country life makes me feel at home. The sky is an attraction to ones eye like a Van Gogh’s painting. Memories of my life are being told throughout the sky. Mirrors. I see myself grow as if I was a blooming flower. Smiles. Tears. Hugs. Laughter. Things I all Treasure. Good or bad, it was all there. Life. It’s called living. My story made me and I made the story.