From parted lips, countless dreams take flight,
spiraling upwards like a column of smoke,
into another moonless night.

The clouds spread their jaws with greed,
revealing a mouthful of stars,
waiting, hungering, to feed.

One-by-one, the beast devours them all,
spitting the carcasses to earth,
like shooting stars they fall.

By the morning, we are left with all that remains,
fleeting images from a memory drained.

a/n: Inspired by Reach for the Stars by Ketchup-Suicide on Deviantart.