we hold up the night
spirits soar, in flight
while stars hold themselves brilliantly at a distance
you see through my pleasures persistence
kiss me with your sparkling lips
a kiss so deep that I eclipse
into the darkness where light unravels
not like the painted Moons pale orange pastels
even poetry
makes wishes
on distant shooting stars
whisper’s soft
wrapped in
every rhyme
escapes intricate lines
send a message to the stars
my stars forlorn love seems bizarre