The sky is a party of fireflies illuminating the darkness,
The colours ranging from amethyst to violet, like the cloak of an evil sorceress.
Sitting beneath this sight, my soul disappears into an echoing abyss.
Such powerful beauty, over which I am beginning to obsess.
In this landscape, I am alone with a sense of absentmindedness.
The stars are pillows, and in their light I rest my heavy head.