milky twilight waxes
and the lurid, vibrating stars reflect
in the whites of your eyes
you believe there’s something of stardust—
something of god—in all of us
you believe in love
and it shows in your eyes
I too believe (although what kind of faith is it really?)
doesn’t take much religiosity
when I’ve held Love herself in my arms
when you look at me with luminary, star-studded gaze
I know God’s love
and I know I’ve tasted heaven
no longer a question of belief
just a simple acknowledgement
of sheer, perfect goodness
under milky twilight
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:56 AM UTC
milky twilight waxes
and the lurid, vibrating stars reflect
in the whites of your eyes
you believe there’s something of stardust—
something of god—in all of us
you believe in love
and it shows in your eyes
I too believe (although what kind of faith is it really?)
doesn’t take much religiosity
when I’ve held Love herself in my arms
when you look at me with luminary, star-studded gaze
I know God’s love
and I know I’ve tasted heaven
no longer a question of belief
just a simple acknowledgement
of sheer, perfect goodness
under milky twilight
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