Holiday Blues

I lay on the bed of sand

My eyes fixed at the black expanse of sky

I said a plea to the trees of life,

Be kind enough to move so I can take a glimpse of the moon

I wish I'm like Bruno Mars

He can talk to the moon

I wonder if he can ask to change its direction

To some 45 degrees from my sight

Oh the trees and moon are not cooperative

The air seemed not in the mood too

I was expecting a breezy welcome

Yet the wind's so mad, it almost blew me off

The stars came in few attendance

I wonder where the rest have gone

Aren’t you excited to see me anymore?

But last June, you were grand and cheerful constellation!

Trees, moon, wind and stars

I have no freaking idea, what's up with you tonight?

I can't be angry for too long

For I'm forever fascinated with you all

  

The sand and sea did not forsake me

The melodious waves calmed my nerves

In the open air I slept,

Dream catcher, take all my troubles away

Then I woke up, carrying the same feeling

Maybe sunrise would save the day?

Oh good God I must have come at a wrong place and time!

Mr. Sun had shy away too

I convinced myself I'm ok,

Enjoying my holiday

Last night's memory of good food, good music, good people and some laughter

Now, I feel better

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This is about my little frustration about stars, trees, moon and wind. How they went out of sync during my holiday. Whenever I spend a night on the beach, I love staring at the black sky. The moon is a bonus, but stars dare not be absent. No, not just few stars but I prefer the black drop jam-packed with glitters. You know I easily get excited about stars. They’re a crowd I’m not afraid to face. I gaze at them with astonishment and inspiration. I never grow weary admiring its eternal beauty. There’s energy, connection, it’s like the cosmos is telling me, I’m a part of a bigger whole, something larger than life. It ignites my passion to question what surrounds me, it makes me think, it makes me wonder and it makes me happy. A force pushing me to achieve transcendence. Stars are white dots from where I am, and from their perspective, I’m a dot too. We are dots struggling to survive, in the end we are both fallen. But stars are not trivial and I’m only a negligible part of universal existence.