The night seeps into my pores and clogs them with the illusion of meteor showers
and the rainbow light rippling through the trees.
They blend together along with me,
and I lose track of where I begin and where they end.
 
Your eyes which hold the knowledge of nothing,
they hold the countless stars in the void above us.
And all of those stars I would trade,
just for the chance to look into them.
 
A perfect blend of dawn and dusk,
dividing the sky and revealing every shade of blue.
 
And there is no such thing as an end to this dance,
just once in a while you have to change shoes.