I grew up in the city 

Our skies glowed with pity

Lit up with banished dreams 

And darkness disguised 

The skies advised, 

Somewhere, a ship full of stars capsized 

So I traveled with longing 

A necessary yearning 

Walked past abandoned shrubs, 

Past sirens calling, 

Forests howling 

Until I arrived at the junction 

Of a 100 sunsets, and another 100 sunrises

Their meeting set fire to the sky 

And it glowed, burned and shone like it had never before

I had arrived at the shore, 

To where dreams drifted away 

And turned into stars