Silver Tears

The clouds in the sky are crying silver tears. I am a child. I am one with the moon and the stars. With you by my side, my rose is made of stars. Hold, take me into your arms. Open me to the sun as it rises beside the now fading moon. Rise, stars, and sing me a farewell tonight. You are beside me and I am in your arms. I fall to my knees and cry golden tears of happiness. I am in love with the sky. We float upward and swim in the clouds. We are children again. You hold me as the sunlight shines down on us and the stars bow and bid farewell. The wind kisses us, blesses us. We are one as we become children of the sky. We are reborn.