A thousand stars burst brightly through my sight
The future arrived with such bitter blaze
A Broken type-cast, like ghosts of the past
Hope really shouldn’t exist.

The lies of omissions echoed and boomed
The edges shrivel, and fray and decay
Ra’s fire crack’s and burst- this frail excuse
The sledgehammer didn’t help.

Pouring rain, oceans of salt, drowned those stars
As they fell with all the wishes and hopes
Magic couldn’t sew stars back to the sky
Dreams dark nightmarish things.

But at the bottom of that ocean deep
Long lost treasure; incandescent did sleep
The empty shell now with a soul and hope
Now Remembering and realizing
Forgotten- The way home

Unshackled from ideals of ‘dreams come true’
Through realities patchwork telescope
The stars shine on, and never left the sky
I can rebuild this foundation from scratch
With treasures from my past.