"Daddy,

Why does the sky sparkle, like glitter thrown
Around a room. like fire flies sitting still in
Darkness shining their light on me and you.

"Sweet heart,

The universe is a wondrous place, of everything
And nothing in one big expanding space.

"Daddy,

What's expanding??

"Sweet heart,

The sky is every moving further away, but these
Little glowing sparkles are suns shining away,
Each is life, burning so bright a long, long way away.

"Daddy,

Will I see them, will I ever great these diamonds
Burning brightly in the sky, can I touch that which
Twinkles in my eyes.

"Sweet heart,

You are always near to those that give light to the
Sky, they see you looking up, see the twinkle in
The stars dancing in your eyes.

"Daddy,

I see them dancing in the darkness, I see them
Shooting across the clear night sky. I wish I
Was a star floating all the way up there I would
Shine from a million miles afar.

"Sweetheart,

Shall I tell you a secret?

"Daddy,

Yes o yes please.

"Sweetheart,*

We are all star dust from the beginning of
Time, everything has a little piece of a star
In it, we are all carry a little part of the
Universe every person, flower and raindrop
That also falls from the sky..

How to know if you're in love?
Well, do you cry at night?
Have you ever seen someone and been so incredibly happy that they exist
But so devastated that they're not yours?
When they smile, do you get weak?
If yes, then you might be in love.

.  *I fell in love with a star, there suspended in the heavens. I fell in love with its light, its brights, its might. I gaze and catch glimpse of the galaxies. In its twinkle my heart sinks.

   I fell in love with a star; here I stare from afar. Can't barely touch it, can't barely feel it, can't barely cradle it. But as sure as the sun would rise at daybreak, I can see it. And each time -- oh, every single time! -- I am mesmerized.

   I fell in love with a star, who from above watches the earth. I know somehow it sees me, somehow it hears me, somehow it knows I exist. Somehow it guides me; to somewhere it leads me, and I cannot resist - to the sublime burning of its glory, I stand dazed.

   And I wish that would suffice my longing for it to once wrap me in its light and quench my craving for an embrace, even if it means burning myself upon seizing a fireball in the horizon, so be it. I wish it would, but it wouldn't.

   I fell in love with a star which I sometimes dread for its beauty that I cannot grasp. I want to feel it between my fingers and lingering on my lips. I'd invite it in my heart and open my chest. But all I can do is gape from afar -- the chastisement for loving a star.

I wonder, and think of you
I pray, the best for you
I get happy, I met someone like you
I get lost, in my own emotions loving you
I trust, my instict my heart my soul
I believe, you felt the same spirit flame
I rest, in warmthness of your heart
I undress, in the thoughts of your heart
I miss, you infinitely such move done kiss
I guess, it was not the time you'd be mine
I survived, dead man walking alive
I dream, what could that mean forever
I wait, it's getting late & I'm at the gates

Goodnight sweet treasure of heaven,
In love feels, like nothing ever felt before
Pour your tender love I'm craving for more...

Your words no one can match you, what a great catch, how lucky I am we attached
In love's whirlwind, in a spin, we finally declare victory & win...

You are me & I am you,
If only you knew
Unfortunately, you have no clue
My eyes were made just for you

I'm true my dear loving blue moon...

Dear Wandering Poet,
I pray you find your muse.
That you over turn a stone where your babbling brook dried up and are washed with the written word.

I love you as much as the ocean loves the shore.
I always come back, never expecting more.
Driven by the moon, an everlasting routine.
Thirsting for some form of serene.
I'm only saying this because it's a force of nature.
And I like to believe that you aren't that kind that would denature
I'll believe anything to convince myself that I would never purposely do this.
Something among this oceanic abyss.

We could be eternal
if fate didn't rest in our
crumbling lungs. The stars in your
eyes will eventually turn to
dust, but know that right
now the imprints of
constellations on your skin
are the brightest object
in the night.

Every story ends and even
heroes die.

But know there's something divine
in the heart-palpitating chaos of
everlasting
stillness.

May
wild beauty
in these decaying
words
be what I leave behind.