That's How It All Began
That's How It All Began
The sky looked like ink, no stars, just black; that’s how it began.
The moon did rise – solitary, like in choppy waters a swan
It fluttered wings and sang a song, scattering moondust around’
One by one, stars appeared, like guilty kids – without a sound
Tales of betrayal deeply etched on the night sky
But clouds covered the truth – I don’t know why
The sky looked like ink – but chose to be a mute canvas
Words flowed from a poet’s pen; that’s how it began