night sky

some wants to lay on the green grass,
eyes up above,
admiring the night sky of shining stars and moon.
but last night,
it was winter cold,
warmth that refused to blanket over this flat land,
then, cold became a sensation,
warmth was unimportant,
as i find myself staring into those eyes,
i see the day light that turned into night sky,
full of shining untold stories,
of us.

fi'amanillah.

"How often have you sailed in my dreams. And now, you came in my awakening, which is my deeper dream." -The Prophet (Khalil Gibran)