Ashley Miller

Strange Stars

If my body stay dark from the cold,
Dawn will not reach me here.
This loneliness soon will grow old
In this empty place, I fear.
Lyrical silence will swallow me whole
As I move through darkness, no end near.


This land in which I see strange stars
Brings night instead of day.
But in this land there is no light.
I reach for the moon, it rolls away.


I cannot settle, and will not fail.
To find that which I seek.
But in this place where monsters crawl
The shadows seem to speak.
I whisper back, but all
My breath comes weak, weak, weak.


In this land, I see strange stars
And feel so far away.
But light will guide me, day will come.
I reach for the moon, I make it stay.