Your walls containing prescribed dreams
are leaking,
flooding and fanning outwards,
as contents
play
dance
and
prance
along the wind,
soaring into the sky like
a child's handmade paper aeroplane,
as your tasteful treasures saturate the stars,
the source that ignites them with the light
that the world gazes upon

      It's the star in the corner of your smile that I absorb as  
                                  you gaze upon the beauty before you (that is you);
                                                           ­ the night light that will keep summer with me.