Between those stars, far up high
There are treks made short
Magnified by the expanding eye
This eye that saw a hundred happy memories
That our beating hearts drummed for—
Those countless fairytale stories
And in those stars above
We can only see them now
As Peace’s Apollo-Dove
That dove that rides on hope
And sails on vaporized tears
And only lands amidst our joy
The stars that shone on the most hated day
Disappeared into oblivion
As our lives slowly fray
While the stars we saw live
We cannot
People don’t always give
All the love that they’ve got
But in solace to us
My dear friend, I swear this:
All stars must die
And thus we rise from the abyss.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:25 AM UTC
Between those stars, far up high
There are treks made short
Magnified by the expanding eye
This eye that saw a hundred happy memories
That our beating hearts drummed for—
Those countless fairytale stories
And in those stars above
We can only see them now
As Peace’s Apollo-Dove
That dove that rides on hope
And sails on vaporized tears
And only lands amidst our joy
The stars that shone on the most hated day
Disappeared into oblivion
As our lives slowly fray
While the stars we saw live
We cannot
People don’t always give
All the love that they’ve got
But in solace to us
My dear friend, I swear this:
All stars must die
And thus we rise from the abyss.