Chewie hasn’t touched his food
I hope he’ll be o.k..
It hasn’t been the same for him
Since Leia passed away.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly

Twas bad enough when Obi-wan
was struck down by Darth Vader.
But it’s no surprise when an old man dies
That’s expected, now or later.

Our Princess was a force you see
Bringing gales of laughter
which is why we want her here
and not in the hereafter.

He’s a melancholy Wookie
as anyone can see.
He mopes around the ship all day
And he’s molting terribly.


I hope one day we’ll meet again
In Mos Eisley’s Cantina
That gold bikini may not fit
But we’d still be glad to see her.

Falling
in the dark night,
the rain;
soft tears of beauty,
moonlight drips
from the eye of sky
down the cheek of the abandoned city.

The flecks of light
spark  wildfire,
from its whisper,
the sounding of one's desires
reveal in the quiet
the path to finding
one's self again.

After being lost
for so long
it is riveting,
the feeling of being at home
in your own skin;
as earth shattering
as the birds playing their violins,
welcoming the morning sunrise.

It is a pleasure to be alive.

melancholy eyes
i am drawn to their soft cry
my own reflection
existing inside of you
a pain that i recognize

grey on top of grey
everything black and white
some days it feels like
i've woken up on the
wrong side of the sky

silver horizon
i will reach the pentacle
of the mountain
hold the moon in my hands
accomplish all of my dreams