We are all silhouettes,
Wrapped in the tapestry,
Of a blooming night,
Outlines etched messily,
Into a cotton wool sky,
Beautifully imperfect,
A story wisp illuminates,
Sings sweet like our
Honey bees laugh,
We smile always,
Endlessly sunshine yellow,
For now we are together,
Wild like dandelions,
Rebelling against being
a common flower,
We paint the word adventure,
In black paint,
Send it to outer space,
In a paper airplane,
They dance on crazily,
Like the night is infinity,
Dreaming for a forever,
In a place called eternity.