here, maybe they are black on white just an outline of what may be but stars are not silhouettes not here, not to me they become 3 dimensional with every breath I take tripping through the Universe not every Star will make me want to breathe another breath tip toeing amongst Poppy fields I rest breathing toxic waste but wait.. the beauty of your written words makes me wait I sit in a field of unfettered pleasure getting high on monochromic doom Until you storm the room and make me see Shooting stars treasured art a part of the Galaxy blessed you be from the start shooting across my night sky *its all I ask
dedicated to those special to me... you aren't just silhouettes, you are truly stars.... :)