Stardust

Cold eyes stare up at the sky above,
Flickering sparks fuel a fire of love,
A city of people stand, hand in hand,
All scattering fire across this dark land.

Injecting their song into every star's heart,
They're all throwing space up in a blaze of blood art,
Flashing patterns of neon, bright yellow, charged red,
Never sleeping, ecstatic, they're all playing dead.

As the old sun goes down, thus a new one is born,
Spilling buckets of colour across the new dawn,
Every tongue of the crowd is alight with white ink,
Dancing every move, blurring, creating a link.

Spinning out of control, giving prayer to the moon,
Nova's crack of ignition could not come too soon,
Lost within a desire, derived of light lust,
Falling faster in thunder and flowing stardust.