The sleepy Eyes grow muted
Staring at the glitter in Their hand
Becoming one with nothing
Falling upon grains of sand

The Moon glares defiantly
Wishing for something more
Seeing the immortal brightness
On a close galling shore

Alone sits the Sunshine
Bleeding tears of pure light
Knowing more than thought
Trying to grasp the dim night

The stars believe in nothing
Only faith in ones They know
Seeing what Celestial Gods act
Whispering the deeds that They show