Drago

The sky is full of stars.

Every space, there is one.

In a world with no cars,

They remain well-done.

They're as bright as ever.

I hold them together.

The forest is alive,

Moving, crawling, flying.

Even in the black night,

Of shadows covering,

Cycles go forever.

I hold them together.

In the forest, you'll see,

Stands every kind of tree.

One is the dragon tree.

You travel on the grass

Under the silver moon,

Glistening like a glass,

And you will be there soon.

Won't ever be over.
I hold them together.

Follow the Fireflies

Like any eye watching ceaselessly, the moon lights up the night.

The moon sees you.

She is white and sometimes, silver.

As the crickets sing, the insects quietly buzz, the water in the stream trickle through the stones, and the evening breeze blow and move across the grass and trees,

The grasses and leaves responding with a dance and gentle sounds,

Inhale the smell of fresh plants, beautiful flowers, and the wild scent of the vast and dark night.

You can drink the clean, cold water in the stream if thirst stops you

From concentrating on the way the evening breeze touches your skin and runs through the strands of your hair.

Close your eyes and feel the silver shine on this mountain, the plants, the animals, and you.

If Charlene could only watch the fireflies alight like the lights of New York from outer space.

She is not white or silver.

The moon, I mean.

But we’re still jailbirds when it comes to her gaze, we cannot escape.

Maybe the breezes blow because the grasses dance,

Because I can’t live always looking over my shoulder.

All this while, the moon has been staring at us.

Forgive me, for Napoleones is the most paranoid person in the world.

You will fall asleep soon

In many dancing moons.

It just happens eventually, because it never actually happens.

Though this poem is starting to become not un Plaisir to read,

It is your friend forever

As you traverse along the grasses that move in the evening breeze, seen in the silver of the moon.

The trees and their dancing leaves lay ahead, covering the insects that quietly buzz and the stream that trickles.
You already see the fireflies.

Stay

The rolling hills, the air,

The silver moon peering

Into the night to stare

At the things you’re thinking.

Don’t worry to stay late,

For your secret is safe.

Fairies playing behind

The thick and sparkling bush,

Their laughter calm and kind.

The leaves aside you push.

How they make it sparkle,

But you should never tell.

Of this world, of these things,

Though you know these feelings,

And you have seen their wings.

For all of these are meant

Only for you alone.

Never ever get bent

On letting everyone know;

They won’t care anyway,
So just be here and stay.

Fairy's Song

Are you hearing the song?

Being sung quietly

Amidst the noisy throng,

Travelling so swiftly

From a place with no cars,

Only Nature and stars.

Though small is the fairy,

Almost cannot be seen

Real-life you she'll carry

To that faraway scene,

To that place of firefly,

Where they fly and float by.

After day, it is night,

But it is just as bright,

Filled with shadows and light.

'Cause of the silver moon,

Shining high in the sky

In the middle of June.

You may lie down and sigh

In the cold, evening chill

On a steep, sloping hill.

The Mountain Peak

Lie down and look above.

Isn't it surprising,

The sparkle that they have?

All scattered and twinkling.

To think, they have been there

When skies were bright and fair.

Do you think they see us?

On the cool mountain peak,

Lying on the cold grass,

Quiet, peaceful and meek.

The city lights below

In flashy golden glow.

In the east, the moon shines,

An old friend of all nights.

That's why she sees through lies.

Up here, you are so close,

You can actually speak.

For she listens and glows

To all your days this week

Like a good, loyal friend.

Lifetimes to comprehend.

Sleep

All the things you find here,

You just can never touch,

And vice versa, don't fear.

The small stars you may watch

And even the big ones,

The ones that glow like suns.

Wander into the world

Of shiny little things.

They've been flying since old.

Their thin fluttering wings

Are accompaniment

To voices and statements.

How you move, but can't leave,

In nothing you believe,

And nothing you relieve.

You are just travelling

In your head happily.

Like the small fairies sing,

You go naturally

In this strange, unknown world

Before day can unfold.

Goodnight

Hoot. Hoot. Close your eyes, see:
The violet glowing
With the silver moon, shiny.
That moon, reflecting
Against the glass window
With the curtains hung low.


Hoot. Hoot. It calls to you.
Don't you want to open
The window and pass through?
To roam past the dark glen,
And step into the woods
Of the dark-shaded moods!


Walk beneath the thick trees,
Meet the firefly that flees,
But crickets you won't miss.


Singing their evening songs.
But if you listen well,
You'll find where it belongs.
It, the bird that can tell
Everything that happens
In the sleeping silence.