Moonlight reflects of the water.
Music drifts from the car.
They sit in an empty amphitheatre
And they gaze up at the stars.
One turns to the other,
Gestures toward the sky,
Calling attention to the twinkling lights,
Instead of the tears in her eyes.
Isn't it just crazy, she asks,
We could be looking at something that doesn't exist.
The other just nods in silent comtemplation,
Thinking of that odd little twist.
Two sisters, bathed in moonlight,
Gaze up at the stars,
Each thinking of what could have been,
Trying to see past their scars.
Two sisters listen to the lake
As it laps against the shore.
They talk of wasted talent.
They yearn for something more.
Two sisters think of happier times,
As they share this night.
They hide under the cloak of shadow,
Because they fear the harshness of the light.
Two sisters, dreaming of something else,
More than what they've become.
Their innocence lost, they're trying not to feel the pain.
They're both praying to be numb.
Two sisters see the beauty of this moment,
But they're blind to the beauty of their hearts.
They can't see past the ones
That tore their worlds apart.
"A shooting star!" the younger cries,
"What did you wish for?"
The elder just shakes her head,
"No point wishing on what's not there anymore."