This is the story of a girl, who's eyes were black as night. Stars would flow from her hair, whenever she took flight.

On the back of a sparrow she would rise, to bid the sun farewell. Hair changing the sky to dark, stars shining where they fell.

Arms outstretched she'd gather sunsets, and place them in a jar. Making wishes for brighter days, upon each shooting star.

Faint memories hold as time wears on, she no longer has a name. Age no longer takes her youth, she'll always radiate the same.

Her gown of blue flows around her, with elegant wings spread her sparrow fly's. Changing day into night, forever doomed to roam the evening sky's.

I don't know how to word the way you make me feel.
But it's been so long, yet I still care, so clearly it is real.
But your feelings are a mystery, a cypher I can't read.
I'm getting such mixed signals, from each word and thought and deed.

You’re coy and detached
Like the proud moon
Bathed in silvery light

You’re so distant
Like the timid stars
Twinkling across the void

I am hot and boisterous
Like that old sun above
Melting your reticence away

Woo me as you do the sea
Stir up upheavals in the seasons
Of my renewed yearnings

With you life is a fantasy
Resplendent in stellar light
As the ancient dance  intensifies