I taste the supple air,
sweet with hope,
tinged with the fragrance of
the night flower’s bloom.
•
I fall into myself,
and dance with myself
under the half-kissed
iridescent moon.
•
And in this moment
I lay in the wonders
of the world,
finding the bliss
in unknowingness.
•
I reach up to the faintest star
as she appears in
the blanket of dark blue.
•
She touches me deep,
warming the brokenness
that consumes me from within.
.:.
She shines on my bravery.
She shines on my strength.
•
She shines on my beauty.
She shines on me.
•
And she simply shines on
the love in which I need.
.:.
I bathe in her starlight.
I surrender myself.
•
I cry in her starlight.
I hold myself.
.:.
She is a golden silhouette
lighting my darkest days.
•
She is the giver of wishes.
She is the giver of wishes.
.:.
She grants.
.:.
She grants the wish that he whispers,
the wish that I whisper,
the wishes we hold onto.
•
She grants the wishes that I never even recognized to be true.
.:.
And she sees me,
a star girl,
the glistening sparkle that
fell from the sky.
•
And she sees me,
this star girl,
she understands my
heart’s cry.
•
She is me,
this star girl,
the first star of the night.
•
She is me,
this star girl,
my mirror in this
deep life.
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