My lungs are filled with bright stardust.
When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me.

And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye.
The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy,
bringing the sun and Earth closer together.

Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes.
The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror,
painted without worry and fear.

The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind,
causing my reality to become all the more splendid.