The crowd clatter, clatter, clattered,
The voices died down, and
in the shade of winter sunlight
She is the centre of the stillness.
Silence submerged, submerse, immerse,
Rising among the hustle huddle
Is a star, still as its ornamentation.
And the earth continues to rotate.
In its own path, it is alone.
drifted in its own thoughts,
Looking down onto the earth.
No one could reach its world.
A sailor reached the top of the palm tree,
Would you accompany me? He asked.
The star sailed its own the reflection,
And swam with the fishes in the sea.
The sailor sailed, turning his rudder.
Calling for the star, and praising its beauty.
But the star, mounting on the waves
Broke into a thousand pieces of little lights.
It returned to the sky with sadness,
For the seer cannot seer without its sky.
The star misses the fishes of the sea, and
the sweet call of the sailor, far, far away.
The sky harmonizes her inner silence
Gently, gently, embraced its loneliness,
The sailor sails towards his oasis,
And the star never knows.