Beneath Vanishing Stars

Staring into starry skies,
a silent world spins slow,
and all the wandering children's eyes
seek out the quiet glow

of midnight velvet encompassing
their shaping cities' hearts,
from windows, rooftops, empty streets,
each tiny silhouette darts

into a reality painted
with thoughts and dreams and wonder,
sewn by little souls that shout
like bursts of soaring thunder

sailing through the rainy nights
of the forgotten, lost, and alone.
They know worlds that can't be found
if you've never fled or flown.

Places tucked in shadowed corners
lit golden by the spinning stars
and plain to see for forsaken drifters
flitting through the heavy fog of cigars

and all the thousand tiny flames
lighting up in the dark
to guide the wanderers into a dream,
an escape about to disembark.

And no one ever sees them,
these racing children of the night,
who run and duck and disappear
beneath their city's flickering light.