the boy in mount kilimanjaro, i was told. how he sits on blissful soil with head up in clouds looking at mixtures of azul. under ravishing lights.
the boy in mount kilimanjaro his eyes i was also told . how the sun would turn away or how the comets whisper in shame- luminous perhaps? that's the boy in mount kilimanjaro
tonight , under no starry skies i met the boy in mount kilimanjaro . eyes closed , he was looking up but in one breathe i made- he opened them . rays of galaxies shone making pathway for the stars from his eyes. above us , the skies reflected his eyes- stars appearing & dancing like fire, flickering & twinkling in the skies of sapphire .
in a wind's gush the boy turned to me, his eyes still glistening from the stars that left his eyes and onto the never ending night . therefore , as the story goes & told secrets of the night unfold . in the eyes of the boy from mount kilimanjaro lies the wishes of what the night skies borrow- the kilimanjaro stars .