Faded Jeans on Starlit Nights
Sometimes, I follow faded stars at night,
That whisper ancient secrets as they stray,
Across the sable dome, their gentle light
Guiding lost ships while shadows kept at bay.
Flickering soft, their memories grown old,
Yet draw my gaze along their winding trail,
To dreams half-spoken, stories left untold,
And wishes lost to winds that never fail.
In those silent hours, longing fills the sky,
My heart adrift, still searching worlds afar;
Each distant gleam a question—why, oh, why
Must I pursue what only leads to scar?
Yet, though they fade, I chase those stars above,
For even fading light can kindle love.
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