ghosts of stars

The water wakes up
At full moon night
Wants to reach the stars
Falls back
Disheartened
Yet “unsad”
(happy is too great a luxury)
Glad to feel the reflection of stars
Floating by its wave
Afterall, as they say
Mirror reflects the soul
And thus the souls freeze and die in the cold.
And am glad that
Water, like love is blind
For even stars sometime
Cast a ghastly image,
More so when dead !