Do you watch the shimmering stars

Nestled against the midnight moon?

Do you see them the way I do, hoping I will find you soon?

The walls are bleak and cruelly so;

They will not speak nor listen.

Don't you feel my tears fall and 'neath the moonlight glisten?

I crave the words your smile would speak;

This silence makes me hollow.

Won't you hear the heartfelt pleas calling you to me and follow?

A/N: So, I've been writing a lot of drabbles lately. Would you like me to put them here, or is this collection better off dormant?