A brand – heated white hot – imprinted on your consciousness,

A sound – more than a song – just beating at your heart,

A scent – sweet as a rose – still intoxicating,

A shiver – cold as winter – ever paralyzing,

A glimmer – in the horizon – simply mesmerizing.

You taste the bitter past, as it fade away into an all-consuming darkness; walking down that corridor, dark writings on the wall. There is light at the end of the tunnel. The tiles shimmer with every step. Afraid, you look back. Back at your past, as your gaze fixes – your ghosts haunt you. The monster needs you back. He beckons. He cannot live without you.

You cannot forget the sight. Somehow, you are morbidly drawn to that squirming entity. You want to know what happens next. What happens if you get closer. You halt and chart your way back, away from the light. Why would you reach it anyway?

But you remember that night, under a sky surprisingly full of stars, with the world before you. The light blinding, hearts on sleeves, thoughts aside, and I was truly afraid. A moment of weakness, perhaps, but never again. The music of the night rings true, as the world dissolves into a single moment of truth. This is beauty.

‘Cause you’re a sky full of stars, maybe I’ll give you my heart. For the constellations saw your smile and wished you would grace its multitudes.

And scarce as the stars were, beyond count and reason, they too reflect against the dark of night – on the surface of the water bright. For what do we know of life other than beauty in it ? As if you were able to tug at heartstrings, from your seat in the sky, the bridge of life reveals the light.

The wind welcomes the wanderer, even as lights dance upon the water’s surface. The choice was made, but farewell never dances.

We were always meant to forget, and that is my burden to take. For a life of uncertainty awaits me – not knowing where life would take me – and with all my being I accept. Thank you.

And under the sky full of stars, I think I saw you.