I remember that night, I gaze up at the sky to watch the stars burning, their heavenly light.
Vivid and intense, their spectacular display, up in the heavens, in their shining array.
The air is silent, and profound, like a blanket coming round.
“Let’s play a game of hide and seek. You count to ten and I’ll hide,”
So you close your eyes and count to ten. I was hiding so well, but you find me. You always find me.
“It’s your turn to count. I’ll hide and find me,”
So I close my eyes and count to ten, hoping you will appear when I open my eyes.
But surprise! You still in hiding.
Year one… year two. Since when I count with my tears?
“He is dead,” your mother said in quiet dull voice, that night. And I screamed devastatingly “No, he hid himself! He hid himself! He is playing, he’ll be up in any minute.”
I’m stuck inside this never ending maze, and I look up at the sky,
The starry night above me sings, tells the mystery of my dreams, with my heart-felt cry.
Each night I looking up to the stars,
wishing you were there.