Inspirational Writing Quotes

Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing. ~ Ben Franklin

On plenty of days the writer can write three or four pages, and on plenty of other days he concludes he must throw them away. ~ Annie Dillard

***Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer. ~ Barbara Kingsolver

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. ~ Elbert Hubbard

We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master. ~ Ernest Hemingway

If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages. ~ Elaine Liner

*The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say. ~ Anaïs Nin

***If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it. ~ Toni Morrison

*Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. ~ William Wordsworth

**Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. ~ Anton Chekhov

***The difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug. ~ Mark Twain

Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very;" your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. ~ Mark Twain

*To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make. ~ Truman Capote

*I'd rather be caught holding up a bank than stealing so much as a two-word phrase from another writer. ~ Jack Smith

**The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it is one single notation. ~ Elias Canetti

*Writers are not just people who sit down and write. They hazard themselves. Every time you compose a book your composition of yourself is at stake. ~ E.L. Doctorow

The maker of a sentence launches out into the infinite and builds a road into Chaos and old Night, and is followed by those who hear him with something of wild, creative delight. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

***Write your first draft with your heart. Re-write with your head. ~ From the movie Finding Forrester

Writing is both mask and unveiling. ~ E.B. White

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again. ~ Oscar Wilde

***Easy reading is damn hard writing. ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne

A critic can only review the book he has read, not the one which the writer wrote. ~ Mignon McLaughlin

A great writer reveals the truth even when he or she does not wish to. ~ Tom Bissell

*If you want to get rich from writing, write the sort of thing that's read by persons who move their lips when they're reading to themselves. ~Don Marquis

*A man will turn over half a library to make one book. ~ Samuel Johnson

*No author dislikes to be edited as much as he dislikes not to be published. ~ Russell Lynes

***A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people. ~ Thomas Mann

**An author is one who can judge his own stuff's worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.~ Colette

* means I like the quote
** means that I can really relate to that quote
*** means that I really like AND can relate to that quote

My Quotes

‎-Songs are poetry with a beat.
-Everything's an illusion, and if it isn't, It's a mirage.
-They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but an amazing picture can't be explained.
-Sometimes i cant quite write my poetry to sound just right, so that whom ever reading can understand what my heart is whispering to my soul...
-Everything's an illusion, and if it isn't, It's a mirage.
-Writing from the heart is easy. It's what happens in between that's hard.
-Until you people realize what I'm capable of, you should enjoy the planet while it lasts...And yes, I knew the Mayans, and they knew that my lucky number is Twelve.
-I love dreams where I can fly. It makes my heart soar above creation when I think about it.
~ Anne M. Kelley

Summer

So less done.

Evil

Evil makes the world go 'round. Because it's always being chased by Good. It turns the world, and without one another, the world would stand still, either board and flat, or horrid and rough. We all know both sides of it, Good and Evil. Without them the world itself, would be, nothing.

First Bird of Morn

I hear the bird chirping and it makes my heart sing, it opens my eyes, and awakes my heart from its slumber, it is a truly marvelous thing.

That one song.

One consent song for eight hours hurts my brain... :(

Flying

I love dreams where I can fly. It makes my heart soar above creation when I think about it.
               - Anne M. Kelley

Upside Down

As the clouds smooth out over the line of the orange sky as they meet like the horizon. I watched from my dreary bedroom window as I imagine as though the clouds were the sea and where it met the orange sky was the impeccable line of which the horizon was. And the two were just simply turned upside down, and then I thought to myself, a world in which the two worlds of different day dreams meet. Oh the wonders that flashed through my mind, and all so much that happens.

2012

Until you people realize what I'm capable of, you should enjoy the planet while it lasts...And yes, I knew the Mayans, and they knew that my lucky number is Twelve.
               -Anne M. Kelley

Writing

Writing from the heart is easy. It's what goes in between that's hard.
          ~Anne M. Kelley

Movies and Dreams

Movies help you escape the world

Help you put away all your troubles

You don’t think, or worry, or wonder

You just know, that you like what you’re seeing,

And feeling inside

Movies and dreams are almost exactly alike

Some are scary, and some are happy

\sometimes you don’t get to chose what your seeing

You may like it, you may not.

But at the end of the day,

You wish that you were back at that special moment

Even if you think you don’t, you do

Movies and dreams are a wonderful thing

They are filled with wonder, and bliss

And when you think that all is over

You close your eyes and open again

To find yourself in another dimension

You aren’t quite sure of how you got here

But you are sure that all of this is real

And that’s the beauty of movies and dreams

They take you away

And all you want to do is stay.

Invaded

The beautiful lush over growing  woods

How the nice flowing clear creek trickles down the rocks 

The wind rushing through the trees leaves

Birds fly high above the trees seeing everything

Over grown and beautiful

Then the creek gets foggy

The majestic birds land on the wooded floor

The wind stops blowing through the trees

Trash everywhere

The woods have been invaded by careless kids

I know that is isn't very good at all, but it's something that truly happened to me, when I was younger of course. I just stumbled apon it, and much of other things I wrote, and I thought that it disserved to be seen. Of course, it won't be though, probably only by one person, Janet, but it may get one or if I'm lucky enough, two people who even stumble upon my little site. Well, Anne out.

When I grow up.

I always ask people, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" They say something, and I support their idea, because that's what I think. I always ask this question so that they can ask me back, and when they don't, I just go all out and say it. "When I grow up, i want to be an author." When I was littler, i said that I wanted to be a Veterinarian, but now, I don't want to do that anymore. Don't get me wrong, I love animals, and I would love to be their doctor, but I know what you have to do to get there. I guess you can say I'm lazy, which isn't very nice, but true on somethings, sometimes. Plus, I hate math, I hate it so much, and I say that it's stupid and pointless for teachers and those people to teach me all this really random, confusing, pointless stuff, because one, I won't remember it, and two, because I will NEVER use it in my life. So now, it's actually been a couple years now, like maybe four or five years that I have wanted to be an author. I love writing, and I love everything about it. There's nothing you can do or say that would make me change my mind. It sucks, for you. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, and that's what I'm going to do. So next time someone asks me, or I have to put it out there myself, I'm going to say,

"That's so cool, I can totally see you doing something like that! That's really is cool. When i grow up, I want to be and author, and a really good and famous one, and I want my book(s) to be made into movies and I'll be on talk shows and everything. I'll have lots of money and live in a really nice house, and I'd help all my friends who need it." I think about this all the time, especially when I'm in writing. I think about how shy I'll be on those talk shows, and I'll tell them that this is what I knew was going to happen. I know that this sounds like a little child's foolish day dreaming, but you can say or think what ever you want, but nothing will change my mind. I know that this is going to happen because I can see it, and I believe it with all my heart and soul. I love what I do, and I always will.

The Beach

The beach is so beautiful, the waves, the water, and wind, then sand. And at dusk, the sun is beautiful, such a blazing color. Then the night comes and you see the flash from the lighthouse and you watch the moon rise over the ocean's horizon. Sometimes it's orange and red, shinning it's light over the waters still surface, the small crashing waves, and the dune weeds wafting in the wind. The star are so brilliant though, I can stare at them all night, for eternity. It makes everything worth it, and all your troubles float away in the ocean breeze.

The Inevitable

Sleep is inevitable. Which ever way you look at it, there are limitations to the body. We all must eat our foods, drink our water, exercise our muscles, and rest our bodies. But the thing is, I overcome the inevitable.
        
         ~ Crescent Moon

Rusty

 My baby is so cute when he sleeps. I love him so much.

 We were both outside in our sun porch, and he was looking out the window. He started to click because he saw a bird on the feeder. So cute!

 This is when he and Oreo were looking at something that wasn't there. (Poltergeist) But he's still cute.

 This is one of my favorites, because you can really see the different colors in his eyes. And when ever he's in a different mood, or when he's tired, his eyes get darker. It's really cool.

That Something.

When something great happens you are happy and astonished, but you lose sight of the real meaning. Then one day, you lose and you feel dreaded, like it's the end of the world. But after a while, after you told the world what was inside of you. The universe rewards you, and you realize it's been under your sleeve the entire time. When you get it back, the first feeling that you had the first time has been doubled, tripled, quadrupled. The feeling you feel now, relief, and tucked under that, happiness. Now that you've seen what could happen pertinently, you will never underestimate it again. Not ever.

Oreo

 I like this shot because you can really see the bright color of his against his black fur, and this only happens when he's looking out a window, which he does a lot.

 Even though this one's too dark, and I can't do anything with Photoshop, because our computer is broken again, and that is why I am using my laptop. But I like this picture because of the angle I took it at. Very cool if I don't say so myself.

This is crazy, because never in my life have I ever seen Oreo's eyes this big. It was kind of creepy, but he's still really cute. Both my kitties were in the same room, and they were both freaking out, which only brings me further to the conclusion that I have some type of Poltergeist in my house. But still, I'm glad I got this shot.

The Stormy Haze

All throughout the stormy haze
Soldiers came from far away
We know today we'll shed our blood
There's always something to tell you wrong
Soldiers fight and blood was spread
All throughout the kingdom's land
Because today it starts to rain
The soldiers run into their caves
Everyone has been rained out
When it stops they all emerge
Weapons high then to the ground
We lost the fight so what's there now
When all gave up and killed our land
We had our ways but now the stormy haze
The kingdom's land is stern and hard
Not be forgiven not for now
And all throughout the stormy haze
Our brothers fought and won again

Bridge Over Troubled Water

I walk out into the night,
Not knowing what will happen.
I walk onto the hard driveway,
And make my way to the road.
I keep walking until I reach,
The no longer useable bridge.
It starts to rain,
Soon it turns to a down pour.
I cross my arms and lean on the soft wood,
My hair sticking to my neck.
Nothing heard.
No one around to see my tears,
That mix with the water running down my face.
I look over the edge,
Only to make out,
A bridge over troubled water.

Angels

I love these pictures, they were taken such a long time ago. It's me and my brother David. I actually still remember taking these, just slightly. I remember just having so much fun. Hope you enjoy! Which one is you favorite?

A day with the bees

 

I love these photos. The bees are so close up in their natural habitat, you can see almost all their detail. i love getting up close and personal in nature so you can see what the eye almost can't. Just some classic bee photos. Hope you like them as much as I do.
     ~Crescent Moon

North Carolina vs. Ohio

North Carolina, what a beautiful state. It's always hot, and even warm in the winter sometimes. And only snows once a year, if your lucky. In the summer it's so hot, you can't even go outside, the water in the pools and lakes are too hot for comfort, and it's always in the 90 to 100+ degrees. Some people might like this, in fact love this, but, I hate it.

You see, I come from Ohio, my perfect state up north. It might be freezing in the winter, and cold most of the year, but I love it!

North Carolina is beautiful, in the spring, or what should still be the winter months, the flowers are already blooming, and there are tons of them. The grass is always green, birds are always singing, and EVERYTHING is ALWAYS green.

In Ohio, there's still snow on the ground, but when spring does come around, it surely is beautiful by itself, not counting the fact that it's been way over do, and everyone can't wait.There's tons of trees, water, natural parks and reserves that you can visit any time you want. And in the summer, it's the absolute, most perfect time of anything, the temperatures perfect, there's a nice little breeze, the perfect shade of green grass is soft enough to sleep on. You can see the green leaves rustling slightly on the big, thick, and healthy trees. You jump into the cool pool and float on your back to watch the occasional bird, and clouds fly over you. You hear your friendly neighbors cutting their grass, and you get out of the cool water to get ready for dinner. Then you sit down outside on the most perfect day and eat an all-American lunch. Hot dogs and hamburgers, cooked out on the grill to perfection while you were swimming around in pool pretending to be a mermaid,. After dinner, we wait till it gets darker, then we go out side with our glass gars with tin foil with little poke holes in it. The fenced-in back yard is covered with little yellow flashing lights. You try to catch them in your hands. You can still see the dead corn field that sits behind the fence with the small pond in the distance that you want to visit one day. All of your family and friends live close by, and everyone's in great shape from all the sports and activities they do because the weather is so nice.


Sure North Carolina's great and everything, but I just don't see how it can even compare to the sweet, prefect state of Ohio.

Music

You have to close your eyes
And see the music
Feel it running about and dancing
Let it follow you into your heart
And dance your way through the new millennium.
Forget your worst troubles and fears,
You no longer have to wait
Just don't forget that it's always there.
In the darkest of nights
It's always there to help you dance your way out,
You can sing in the rain
When no one's watching,
Or you can dance your heart out on the stage.
Either way, don't get pulled down,
And if you fall, the music inside of you
Will always be there to help you back up

Little Things

So amazing little things can be. And how more amazing it is when it all comes together behind the lens.
                                       ~ Crescent Moon

The Kind of Person

I'm the kind of person who,
Would make faces and noises when she sees her cats
Who would braid her entire head of hair during science class, just because
Who would be able to quote the entire Spongebob: The Movie movie
Who flicks off her best friend contently during school
Who has a different hair style for everyday
Who lies down in the middle of the road and takes a nap
Who would blow off a huge boating trip just to see her best friend for a couple of hours
Who would go tubing for four hours straight and then wonder the next day why she was so sore
Who can't even talk to people who haven't seen the movie Star Wars
Who thinks that the ocean is trying to kill her
And who thinks every one is calling her fat in some kind of code
I'm the kind of person who would make a quiz about herself, and then take it twenty times over
Who would scream at clouds and chase birds
Who would have a hissing fight with a goose
Who unfriends all of her friends on facebook because she just fells like it
Who spells person and friends wrong
And who gets upset when her best friend doesn't eat chick-fil-a at the restaurant,
And when her best friend goes on picnics with other people secretly
I'm the kind of person who gets a packet of gummy worms and then gets super pissed because someone loses them
I'm the person who has seen every single movie in the movie theater
And know the words to every single song instantly
And who cuddles a box of cheerios, because she's hungry.
I am that kind of person, but that's what makes me, me.

Change

Change is for the best
Even if you don't think it is
Even if you think the world's going to end
And there's no tomorrow
Hang in there
Because change is good
You will find what your looking for
It will happen when you least expect it
When you are the most home sick
And down in the dumps
It will find you
And you will be glad it changed

Pictures

They say a picture's worth a thousand words, but an amazing picture can't be explained.
                                                                      ~ Crescent Moon

Orange Rose Collection

 This is my Entry for Bella Skye's Photo Contest. Something Blue!





 

Some selective coloring :)

I am Dragon | formerely known as Writing and Poetry

Hey everyone! It's Bella again :) I redesign Crescent Moon's blog once again :) It's really blue haha! It took a long time, about an hour, but I really like it, what do you think?

And if you haven't noticed already, the name of this blog has also been changed. Now it's called I am Dragon. I chose this name because it's an inside joke between me, Crescent Moon, and two other people. I'm a unicorn, Crescent Moon is a dragon, and the other two girls are a phoenix and a rainbow colored zebra named Pongo! ;) Hopefully Crescent Moon likes this.... :)

Now, not only will this blog be about writing, but also photography and modeling. Crescent Moon models for me (cause I'm a photographer) and her mom! And she also uses her Mom's camera (which is amazing) and she takes BEAUTIFUL pictures!

Hopefully this new awesome blog will get Crescent Moon to post more! Bye bye :)

Everything

Everything's an illusion, and if it isn't, It's a mirage.
                          ~ Crescent Moon

Heavy Wings

Heavy wings grow higher

They taste the sky and feel alive again

They wish that they could reach

Through the clouds and touch the ground again

For even though they have dreamt about this

They miss the soft green grass

Beneath their feet

Their soul longing to be itself once more

And wish that their voice could go through the clouds

And whisper in the past, to better times

Memory

Something is never as good as you remember it to be
Because a memory is an infectious disease
It takes over your mind,
And your heart
You try to grasp onto what once was
And believe what you want
But when that special time comes
And you you find yourself on the path where reality and memories meet
You realize that once was, is no longer there
And when you come to face reality,
It is the point in you life, that you have to let go of your memories
And you find yourself on the path once more
Your on the path between memories and the truth
You are at the fork
You can never have both
You must chose.
Memory, or truth
To chose memory, and lose yourself in what once was,
Or to take the path of truth and reality, and be disapointed
I will always chose the path
The path that makes me think about the truth

Songs

Songs are poetry with a beat.
                     ~ Crescent Moon 

Rain

Darkened clouds form ahead
As I look out from my bed
A spark of hope I feel inside
I get up to go outside
Waiting, waiting for the rain
Cause I am feeling a small pain
Rain, rain you MUST come
To settle a deed I have done
The spark inside of me starts to fade
Until a rain drop falls on my head
The spark inside comes back alive
I never want to go inside
I show a smile for it is here
The rain has come, and there is no fear

Dream

Starlight and moonlight are the only things seen in the darkness that surrounds me.  A cold breeze brushes up against my skin.  Death whispers on my shoulder.  Then another person appears in front of me, almost transparent.  "Do not fear, my child, for I will not hurt you.  I have come to ask you to let me be free.  I am in a better place.  Let me go...  Let me be free."  The almost transparent person then disappeared and the whispers of death grew weaker and weaker and soon disappeared.  Then the hard rocky floor turned into soft soil and tall green grass.  A soft beam of sunlight gleamed over my head.  I looked around to see a field of tall green grass surrounded by green trees.  I dropped down on my knees and whispered to the ground, "I beg of you, don't let this disappear for I am so happy and filled with joy."  Then the soft ground started to rumble and quickly fell and darkness surrounded me once more.  It feels like I'm lying on a flat and hard yet soft surface.  My eyes start to see the sticky stars which make up my ceiling and I realize that it has been, just another dream...

Bloom Bloosm

Sun bloosm bloom
In the feild of light
Moon bloosm bloom
In the valley of light
Bloosm, bloosm you must bloom
On shiny day or lightened night
For if you dont
They will be sad
The sun and moon
Shinning light

Word Of More Than Friendship

The word of more than friendship you must hear,
If you want to be more than a friend you will.
To be a friend you must say
My name is here and I'm here to stay.
Through thin and thick
Im always there,
And it doesn't matter if you don't care
Your troubles are mine, and so are your tears
We'll share the same fears
And I'll always protect you
No matter what, even in the worst of storms

Summer Rain

Hot and heavy summer rain falls
Running, running to the ground
Soaking, Soaking the trees and plants
Summer, summer rain must fall
For when it's gone
Things will dry
And things will die
Untill, untill summer rain falls
Again,once again.

No Matter

No matter where you are in this life, and no matter what you do, you will always be loved. Even if you think you're by yourself, there's always someone, but they might be hiding! ;)
                         ~Crescent Moon

Hi Everyone :)

This is Bella Skye from Bella Skye Photography :) As you can see, I hacked Crescent Moon's blogger account and gave this blog a makeover! It's nothing fancy, just some borders, a header, template tweaks, and a button (which you can grab if you want! It's in the sidebar. I learned how to make a button with a code box this weekend!).

Crescent Moon hasn't been posting much, if you haven't noticed already... I'll try and annoy her some more to try and get her to post :) She has been writing a lot though, just not posting.

Anyway... just wanted to say hi! AND... if you liked this simple design and would like one of your own, I would love to design your blog for you! Of course... for free! This includes:

• Header
• White Background
• Button w/ Grab Box
• Borders (optional)
• Little Tweaks (larger post area, font and color changes, etc.)

Or you can just ask me to do one or two things on the list :)

Not much, I know, but I'm just getting into blog design, and if you're interested, email me at bellaskyephotography {at} gmail {dot} com! Now, enough of my advertising :) Have a lovely day!

I would like to thank all of those who are now following my blog, It really means alot to me! ;D I will get on it, and post lots of more poems and stuff! ;D LUV YA! ;D

The Tiger

And through the undergrowth
I did not see
The orange and black stripes
That had once called to me
 

Not a sound made
Not an animal spooked
And yet the tiger stalks
Through the dark and thick undergrowth

What makes up the undergrowth
Is scary and unknown
For this is where the weeds have grown
And only the tiger can see because he is prone unlike you and me

Black and orange surrounds me now
And all of a sudden I hear him growl
Then I know that all is real
And I am surrounded by the tiger who is very near

Heart of ice
Teeth like thorns
Eyes like stars

And a voice that sounds like thunder

And the tiger breaths
The air unseen
Rumble, Growl
And he speaks to me

He prowls the land
As if his own
And he captures his prey
Now, almost all is okay

Sharp claws dig into the soft ground
The warm breath seeps through his teeth
His star light eyes pierce through the darkness
And his golden fur like the setting sun, moves like lightning

Love, Pride, and Joy

Soft golden fur with swirls of orange

Basking in the warm summers glow

He tosses and rolls on the raggy carpet

Until his fur is no longer smooth

His fur as soft as fleece

And he nuzzles my neck

The feeling of love and caring emerges me

And his little head burrowing into the ness of my hair

His voices like the high pitch strum of a violin

As he announces what he’s feeling, it echoes, never ending

And when he hums, it’s like a thousand angels playing their harps

It’s so magnificent in its way, it’s almost impossible to describe

When he relives himself, it doesn’t smell like flowers and sunshine

It has a very fowl smell, one that will make you cry

But even though the smell is death, I don’t mind it

But I do not care for this, for he is my love, pride, and joy

Welcome

I can see that I have some new followers. I'd just like to say thank you. And I hope that you'll enjoy what I can comprehend into words. Enjoy! ;)

A Wretched Heartache

I'm in love with someone who's 468 miles away from me and I cant do anything about it. 
I try to forget and move on, but I cant let go no matter how hard I try. 
He is a ghost who haunts my dreams
And where every I go, he is always there. 
I am cursed at the thought of the kiss on my cheek that he wont remember. 
And here as I try to hold back, I bring myself to tears. . .

Sometimes i cant quite write my poetry to sound just right, so that whom ever reading can understand what my heart is whispering to my soul...

Journey to the Future©

Valentine's day

Love day

Whatever you call it

I love it

And even though I don't have that special someone

I don't care

Because I know in the future

I will have someone

I am optimistic

And know this will come true

And for all of you

Who hate and despise

You are the ones who will be held back

Who will never love

Because you are the ones who are blocked by the past

And can't move on

You can't change the past

But you can change the future

And the mistakes you made

Will not haunt but help

As your journey to the future

Is full of love and happiness

Hey, I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting lately, but you know what they say.... something........ but anyway, but, I don't really even see why, since nobody is even really really reading it, but you know hey, it doesn't really matter, but you know, no, it does matter. I mean, it wouldn't kill you if you would just comment once, on anything, saying anything. I encourage it.

Fire Wall©

your love is like a fire wall
beautiful at the sight
but almost impossible to feel
i cant keep on watching forever
can you not lower your defenses
not only for me
or are you afraid that i will only break your inner self
but how do you not know that i am afraid of the same
why do you not understand that myself bringing down my wall of flames
is not enough to show you that i am willing to try to make this last forever
we have both had our share of heart breaks
but it is our spirit and our courage
to get back on the horse when we fall and scrape and bruise ourselves
that is keeping us going
do you not see what we have in common
that we both wish to rebuild our walls
to find someone to restitch our broken hearts
to have our scars heal
and to love once more by the one who wishes the very same

The Key©

i like to dream
i like to think out loud
i like to dance and sing
i like the sound of nature
the smell of rain
the sound of distant thunder
i am who i am
and you cant change that about me
i may be trapped on the outside
but inside i am free
and when you glance over my eyes
you only see to the surface
you have to look deep
and ask for the key
because i may not let you enter
but if you look into my eyes
and you see strait through
and i don't even let you
and you don't know why
it is because you are the one
you are the one who already has the key
the key to my soul
the key to my thoughts
the key to my smile
my laughter
my freedom
my joy
you are the one who can stop the tears
who can break out the giggles
and watch
as my soul lights up like a star itself
you are the one
who holds the key
to me

Night Sky©

Starlight and moonlight in the cold night sky

Comets shooting by

Night comes and night goes

Until day shows

Sunlight beaming down to the ground

The moon is setting now

Until night shows

And once again

All I see are the starlight and moonlight

Of the cold night sky

Lonely Star©

Lonely star in the cloudy night sky

Lonely star waiting for a wish to fly by

Watch down from the heavens

Looking and waiting for all my wrong doings

Lonely star in the cloudy night sky

Waiting, just waiting for a wish to fly by