an original poem: under the stars and full moon

We collect our dreams and lay them down at midnight,
under the stars and full moon.
When the weather is so fresh and life is careless,
we are laying down beside and talking about all what matters.
Injustice makes us cry and love brings hope,
the hate makes us angry, but anger we hate.
Under the stars we are laying close to the dreams,
under the full moon we are painting the future.

We realize how often we are out of colors
however grey is never ending.
We are looking at each other’s book
expecting more than it is possible to find.
In frustration we throw our dreams in the air
just to watch how fast they fly away.
In complete silence we lay for hours
before we passionately kiss.

Without the paint we start to color
and book is no more needed.
With dreams flying somewhere unknown
we are perfectly sure of a life that we want.
That magical moment all of the colors appear
and book is forever wide open.
Just when we started to believe that dreams are not needed
they came back and stuck at our hearts.