The sky, the stars and the waning moon

Under the vast sky 

i often lose my self 

staring above 

looking beyond 

the sky which belongs to none

despite It being free 

claims and claimed by many 

from lovers to rulers 

from snatching

to buying 

the sovereign looses its rule 

i get lost 

in its wild 

Which doesn’t belong to me anytime 

clueless yet searching 

a soul watching 

reflecting soul above 

the sky is me 

And I to him

in your wraps 

of blue, pink and black 

i cling my hopes 

in your sceneries 

of no moon

i hope for glowing sun 

to me the sky 

becomes hope

to the world 

becomes its home 

missing as i reside by 

i look above in sky