Author's Note: Here's what I do in Drive School when I should be taking notes...

Russia inspired. When you really think about it, the fact Russia, the land of snow, has the sunflower as it's emblem, it can make you cry. ...Or maybe I'm just too deep...

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Some people dream of stars.
They wish for the dark,
The beautiful night sky.
They want to dance with meteors,
Swim in the milky way,
Laugh with the Man on the Moon.

They don't realize what the night also brings.

There is a coldness that lurks in the dark,
A foul freeze that reeks of frostbit death,
The odor crisp against a chapped nose.

It hungers for heat,
Thirsts for light,
And makes due with substitutes.

People of flesh and bone,
With a warmth in their heart,
And a spark in their soul.

But these are mortal sacrifices.

Flesh rots,
Sparks extinguish,
Humans die.

Stars cannot be satisfied with things destined to expire,
A false heat, a false light.
A false hope.

I am wise to daydreams,
To danger.

I live in a land of ever-lasting winter.

For many nights I fight against the moon,
The nightmares,
The cold.

I am alone in a private, little war.
I used to not be.

A shiver runs down my spine.
It is not caused by snow.

I am wiser than the common man.

In times of rare, peaceful sleep,
I see fields of green,
Skies of blue
Flowers of gold.
The only thing white is the clouds.

But they are not harsh.

Instead they are fluffy, weightless,
Droplets of water,
Not frozen,
But heated.

Warmth pushes cold from my body.
I smile.

I am wiser than the common man,
Who dreams of stars.

I dream of sun.