the sky spills (softblue laughter)
over tomorrow’s edge—
where dreams flutter
like dandelion seeds
in a breathless breeze

and love (crooked smile)
blooms wild in the cracks
of broken concrete hearts
while shadows (playful)
hide-and-seek with glowing light

oh! how the stars (tiny giggles)
wink down at us,
tangled in a universe
of wonder—

we are (infinite children)
tracing constellations
with fingertips,
painting the night
with whispers of hope—
(isn’t it beautiful?)

to feel the pulse
of existence (sweet ache)
being alive,
even as fears
(bleeding, faint)
linger like needles,
silence trying to change
the rainbow pastels of
pills and apologies—
(too late)

in this (ever-spinning)
kaleidoscope,
mind-control dreams flicker
like dying stars,
reminding us we still (breathe)
hoping hopefully for dawn,
where light breaks
through the bruised edges
of our souls.