The stars
They spangled
In her eyes
In her thighs
The stars
Stayed out
Every night
Until day
Where
The dark parts
Healed

Give a little sunshine
And some extra time
With the bits of light
After a long night
And ill be just fine
Just me
And mine
Shining
In the
Dark

he means well,
but if threatened
he chooses hell,
and all else who wish to dwell.

If time is of the essence, and our time to live a blessing, I'm guessing death to be a stepping stone for a patience born in its testing.

Merely resting, amongst the rested, as they are collected in the pull, only one will make it, and still know of the blessing stored in its form.

It is not to capture moments, as moments are lost in passing, but it also cannot be the embrace of the future, as the future lapses the present, and falls in passing as well, but it is the present where our gods live, limited only by our imagination, and will that can propel us into being exactly where we intend to be.

living.

It is not for everybody.

i waited patiently,
as they failed to arrive.
i left in truth,
they drown in lies.

There is a certain light, that if you open up, it will fill you up, with everything you are made of.

And with luck, you can shine it unto me, and me, unto two, and we can all be happy in our truths.