and when the darkness sets in,
the day has faded,
I think of you,
floating with the stars

loss is not something I'm accustomed to,
not something anyone should be,
but you're gone

I love to believe in
the place in the sky,
where you will be fine -
I love  to believe
that you are ever present
I love to believe
in fairy-tales.

clashing,
worlds connecting if only for a
breathless moment
as the darkness settles in.