slight echo footfalls
fluttering escape of breath
cool cerulean breeze
gnarled tree leaning too keen
in the brilliance of the waning sun
black, scorched branches
twisted cruel trunk
crackling like struck obsidian
by the lightening rod of thought,
gifted with moving feet
shuffling in one direction
but to breach the swimming sky,
peeking closer
shadows careening towards
my feet, so I can't see
where I am stepping anymore,
a stone gargoyle
fixated like a barn owl
eroded eyes and mistaken beak
moss blanketing like heavy
screaming clouds,
this stone owl
imprisoned within the tree
the loveliest sight I could find,
it's almost night now
and the light is growing dimmer,
the slightest green buds
dwell on the withered branches,
yet the sun has past
the owl mistaken for a ghost
held within the throne
withered to bone
but I think the flowers
will grow like before,
the buds have swelled
night is falling
can I please sleep
at the trunk of this tree
so upon the breaking morrow
the sun will shine
and I can smile
when I look up
and see the buds
flower of such
humble desires

These stars in my heart
This magical space debris
Has always been a part of me
From the beginning
These scars on my skin
Merely constellations
That hold a deeper meaning
If you examine them closely

And I know who you are
We share the same scars

This light in my eyes
Shines like a jewell
Like stars in the night
Until I see connections
These scars on my skin
Become a story told
These meanings
Only stars can hold

And I know who you are