hoping

I never did stare at the sky..

irony is I never could find the time

the warm sun would be ignored..

so would the shining moon..

someone said just give it glance..

and be washed in the beauty..

for the moment be lost..

in something that doesn't make sense..

since then sky is not the same..

so much that even clouds talk back..

does bring back fleeting memories..

of the time of being a kid..

counting the stars claiming to own a star..

hoping .. for something.. and still hoping..