The stars shine brighter than I've ever seen,
evergreen veins tangling ‘round the skyline-
the gravel dust like
breath of the travelers.
And turning around to face the world,
I saw a glimpse of the stairway
to heaven
painted black with the sins of those said wanderers.
Collected behind my eyes;
overflowing down my sullen cheeks,
is the sweetest emotion I've ever felt.
The bittersweet taste of nostalgia crawls
in anguish upon my tongue;
burning in such a way,
I only think of us.