We were those souls
wandering and lost;
seeking for refuge
of yesterday’s ghost.
We gazed above the vast night sky,
and wished upon
the moon so high.
We crossed oceans
of great abyss;
and of roaring waves
devoid of peace.
We talked about
the endless seems,
of shattered love
and broken dreams.
We cried like wolves
longing for the moon,
then promised forever
on that starry night of June.
We craved for solace,
so in the streets, we roam;
but then you held my hand
and suddenly—I was home.
—Haize Gaile