Reflections of the Stary Night

In this materialistic world, If I exist, Then words are meant to be spoken, In the reflection of the mirror. Flowers may blaze for eternity, Under the milky river. Stars may enlighten the gazer. Cliffs are meant to be steps, The heaven 's door is wide open. Crystals may linger, Waiting to be set ablaze by the guilt. Peace is solemn in the calm night. Beats of the heart is wild, Warmth of the imaginary is gone, Replaced by the colden winds. Spirits are sealed within the lamps, Waiting for the heaven to tell the tale. Soften is the soil beneath, Making the heights a fear. Spirits can be reborn again, Once the eye is wide open by the beauty of the stary night landscape.