When I try to get the yarn of thought
twinned between the gleam of stars.
                  The needle always slipping.
From the centre of my yearning,
to guide everyone
                         into the conciseness of my reflection.
Some never get threaded but fall like forgotten tears.
                                                      But others collect them
                   holding on to the falling streams,
                                            swimming with there magic.
I tried to weave my reflections within the stars.
               Collecting everyone like a diamond shimmering
within my gaze, but they only fell making others dreams
a reality. But I still try to twin the stars within my sights