Dreams

Sun is setting in the sky,
branches reaching for it ever so high,
stars appear one by one
but for me there are none
reaching out to gather them all
stretch out my hands then I fall
and no one to catch me

As I fall I see what I've been reaching for,
but I know I won't have them anymore.
tiny and ever-so-far away
only to disappear at the coming of day,
knowing as sure as it's the end
the suns coming and I can't pretend,
they won't be there

The suns come to shed its grace
and feels theres a missing place
were there were reaching limbs
there lay only blackened stems
lost hope burned inside-out
only because of fearful doubt
of those stars shining in the sky.