On the pitch black blanket,
I see twinking diamonds.
Some are like orbs, some have pointy shape.
Some are glittery, some hides behind the vape.
I try to count them,
But there are infinite of them.
I try to grab them,
But they live in another realm.
The smiling stone on this blanket
With scars on its face.
Glows white and changes its shape every day,
And every month disappears for a day.
I know that after a few moments this blanket will disappear.
It will disappear into the blue horizon.
It will disappear with this stone, whose there is no clone.
It will disappear with those diamonds, that are the torches of the dark lands.