He was a stargazer.
And his nightly tale would always begin with him,
Lying on the usual rooftop,
He would gaze the starry sky for long,
And he will fall to the same recurring dream.
Lying on the usual rooftop,
He would gaze the starry sky for long,
And he will fall to the same recurring dream.
That in his dream,
A shooting star seems closing on to him,
And with his trembling arm, he tries to grab it,
Only to awake to familiar darkness,
With an empty hand-clasp.
A shooting star seems closing on to him,
And with his trembling arm, he tries to grab it,
Only to awake to familiar darkness,
With an empty hand-clasp.
He sighs out a yawn, stretching his sore neck,
While doing so, he sees a fellow stargazer, waving from afar,
And not so far away, another fellow, and another.
Graciously, yet lonesome, he waves back.
While doing so, he sees a fellow stargazer, waving from afar,
And not so far away, another fellow, and another.
Graciously, yet lonesome, he waves back.
Bintulu
12am
12am
12th April
