We both traced the constellations
those that were unknown
the stars danced to a different tune last night
Those we called our own
The astronomers stencilled each complicated line
With our bare hands we scratched each curve
We may have not  heard yet
We've built a universe of our own

They say poets rely
on the convenience of words
but words were never convenient
as there are only stares in creation
and tears in destruction
Words only come in between

I'll never get used to seeing you
Every single time
It's a new you
reflecting
a new me

Listen to your heart
and let it lead you
from the simplest
to the most complicated
of revolutions

Bleed
and let your blood flow
to where it could nourish
the hidden child
to where it could drown
the most serious doubts

Love is love
when it is responsible
What is time
but a shared compassion

My horizon
Your dream
Where I continue to walk
Where you continue to think
In my toil
In your sleep
We will never be on the same plane
We will never be we

3 hours of sleep
Is 3 hours of death
Lack of power
Pinned down by wishes
Pushed to its depths
Breathe me heavy breaths
Hell is consequences

The tension of the opposites
Or the silence
That there will always be the mundane
And the ethereal
Tethered to the dirt
For you to fly
Someone has to take the fall.