Where you are going nothing can hurt you, the light will welcome your aches
I speak the language of the stars and they say your wounds have closed long ago
That your worries will be shoved in a box to be burned when you’re ready to let go.
They’ll align in sevens in a heavenly arrangement only your eyes can see
With your soul cleansed in liquified star dust, finally reaching your highest form of being.

If you allow silence between the spaces
They’ll tell your story to the universe with every detail you’ve buried for all these years
And to the tune of your voice will it expand in peace, shifting the axes of spheres.
The skies will finally gleam in shimmering gold, the color of your eyes
Where I’ll be watching all the way from the rejuvenated earth as the galaxies and your animation harmonize