Untitled - Night-Sky Cry

Up in the dark night
Only the stars shine bright,
With the moon in its bed at sleep
And the planets down in the horizon, to deep.

In this cold, long night,
In our blankets warm we keep,
Staring at the distant stars
Until some goddess brings a light.

And so she comes,
With her long, burning arms!
Twisting without fear,
Drawing circles of fire with no harms.

She swirls through the sand
Like if two shooting stars would stand,
And she would hold them by their tail,
Cross them over and over and never fail,
Underneath the divine horse,
And the biggest poet of them all,
And his heavenly sounding harp,
And the bears, both big and small.

Her stars just go shooting by.
They just live forever to fly.
Want to run free, the can't, but try
To be falling stars, in a night-sky cry.