Tonight....
Look up with me
into heavens teeming womb
where stars and dreams are born
in majestic splendor.
Was this endless void created
only for our wondering eyes,
or could we ourselves be simply
dust of the stars?
Cling to me
as we gaze deep
within the infinite dark abyss
of Gods’ creation
wishing on flickering bits of light
that promise everlasting love.
Perhaps dreams are only
dust of the stars.
As I fall in love
seeking the essence of bliss,
I’m wrapped in your gentle warmth.
Enfolded in the arms of shadows embrace
we’re caressed by nights velvet touch
and fondled by darkness
Is loves rapture merely
dust of the stars?