\And for the


world of
things
and the
soft
curve of
your smile,


and the
magical
sound of
your laugh.
do I search
the stars

in the black
cape of
this nights
surrender.


looking for
the moment,
when our eyes
meet and our
spirits dance,


and time
truly finds
it's meaning.

until then

I will live

for so

much less.


and be

no more

than the

black spaces

between the

stars at night.