Fireflies between stars

I didn't take a photo, 

I paint only what I know of... 

falling stars in the sky. 

I didn't take a chance,

at stars I look only at a glance, 

because theirs is the beauty I can't have for my own, 

theirs is the fire that's gonna burn... 

even when I'm gone... 

I relentlessly tear my skin apart, 

a place in the sky I haven't got 

to feel their warmth and just be poets, 

along clouds and ghostly white comets... 

"maybe fireflies are the same as stars?" 

"go after them in shiny cars" 

they shine too along the night sky, 

but only a fool would think a star's a firefly. 

I guess the fool is I, 

I have to be, 

to fool the wolves howling at the me 

to fool the Moon, the Sun and I...