I Think You Have The Right To Write All You Want To Write

And when the stars went to sleep,
We rocked silently, and in the deep
Dark we dared not disturb their slumber.
The multitudinous numbers, went dark
And our hearts thundered in the stark
Contrasts of what was yesterday, not quite away.
Somehow the pain lingers to this day,
It becomes a mark on our sleeves,
As we weave through the leaves,
One day to take our leave, in celestial grieves
Leaving behind the good and grief.