Hallucinations

Stars call to me, urge me to come up and play.
The moon seems so far away as the grass
turns electric green, surging. Red aura
lighting up the night. Flickering with heat.
Warmth, something unusual to me.
This thing inside my chest pounds,
hammers, will not grow silent.
I just want to play with the stars.
I plead as snatches of silver catch
in the corner of my eye.
If unicorns were here, they would bleed
that silver, dripped in sweat, glistening with
tiny streaks of gold and color.
The stars are busy playing with each other.
An orange lava burst, bright and drawing.
Maybe the lava wants to play.
Nah, it's gone, settling into the black below.
The stars have left me alone in darkness.