Give me stars and give me passion
Explosions and Super Novas.
Something out of this world.

Burst with more than you were made of
and become something bigger,
a brighter being.

I am in love with the night sky.

I fall from shooting stars
and breathe in cosmic dust.

My soul is full of constellations
and twinkling wishes.

When will I go back to the stars I am made of?