Ode
Stars I see,
The same stars my ancestors looked upon
Stars so far
Once inspired great men now inspires me
Each age is a dying dream
Or a dream come to birth
Late at night
I dream of you
But you’re not the one I want to wake up to
A tree bears fruit
Of vibrant hues
Yet with time all beauty slowly fades away
Each age is a dying dream
Or a dream come to birth