The View from a Friday

The whisper of dreams,

and the creation of souls,

when the millions of stars,

shimmer and twinkle,

across the night sky.

And when the meteor strikes,

just a blur of fierce flame,

then it disappears.

In that moment,

some life start,

and some end,

but no matter where,

the life cycle continues.

But beyond the beautiful things,

to the lack of wisdom,

and the heinous words,

also the ignorance,

of human beings.

The shadows in every corner,

teaming up with the hideous souls,

as they try to break it,

to break the beautiful beings,

and shatter the protective barriers.

All is all and in the end,

the spiteful things,

with the sweet tastes of life,

make up the view,

the view from a Friday.