The same smoldering sun beats heavy in our burning chests,
And the same shimmering moon pulls at our wayward tides.
Yet still, we find our eyes hold these vastly different skies.

Maybe one day our clouds will connect into endless fields of rain,
Or our star-clung wishes will grow faint as we forget, once desire fades.
All these sunrises, and sunsets s t r e t c h and blend inside my veins.

I’m waiting countless days, just to see your face once before you go away.

-SLuR