Stardust

by Bea Micah Pagaduan


Day burns down to night burns the
Edge of my soul,
In the night I see the sparks of twinkling dusts
I see them, I see them, Dou you see ‘em?
Night turns grey and
Everything goes cloudy, fog began to scatter as
Like the mundane turns shallow
Behind the mist is a green broad imagination.

Day burns down to night it humbles down my past
Brought by tears of sorrow
Night hung by the moment of reminisce
Dust of exfoliating dreams turns to light
At night, I go beyond the deep
The deep sleep that slip throughout
The doors of my sight

Day burns down to night, burns the
Edge of my soul
In the night I see the real conceal in the
Day’s bright lit
In the light I see the sparks that
End the dust of bones
Sleep walks and talks and feet mark time
To the drumless beat