Of Arts

The stars lay above us, the moon below,

What's become of us, I do not know.

You're trying to find your way, well so am I,

We are all stars in this vast sky.

We're always lonely travelers, alone in this world,

We go our separate ways, the mysteries not unfurled.

The sun rising from the mists, brings new light on my heart,

I do not know if you feel the same way, but well, Love is an art.

Our delicate strokes could go wrong any day,

And strangely yet, I feel okay.

We hardly even remember our names,

For love is friendship set to flames.