I can only see half of the moon above the roofs,
see as much stars as the city lights don't swallow.
I believe in the, call it God, Universe without proof,
carrying it within me -my inner space is like it hollow.
Don't fear the darkness, above shines the light.
Don't get lost into the light, see the dark underlying.
We're fallen stars made of dust, drinking wine
with fallen angels who tell a truth pure as lilies.
Glitter and Gold are fun to have and to spend and spend.
But I search in my interior for something heavenly what lasts.
Universe's right, when our heavy lifes end, and they will end.
We will leave our human bodies and rebecome stars.