The United divided
America
Optimism can change progress
Justice matters
Make better and inspire
To be that dream

When you treat your land like a game board
Dictating people's fates as if moving pieces back and forth
Are you aware
That you are as much a piece of the game
Though others' lives may be at your mercy
Your life is in no means capable of escape
If you treat other lives as less valuable than your own
Without ever truly knowing love
In the end
You have the most to lose

Milky constellations studied for centuries by astronomers
Form a floating river separating two lovers
Every night they ponder
At which moment they could have started over

But not once does the daughter of the heavens
Repent on her escapade onto Earth
Nor the ox-herder regret his walk along the river
For never would their souls have stayed entwined for lifetimes otherwise

Was this eternal story of love always destined to end like this
But is this the end or merely a beginning

For if birds adorned in feathers of the night’s colors
Can be moved by their fathomless love
To craft a cosmic bridge on the seventh day of the seventh cycle of the moon
For a reunion that brings tears to clouds and smiles to the stars

Who is to say
That there won’t be a day
When that bridge will stay
Forever in the skies

The crescent moon gazed down at us
As I unrelentingly borrowed more minutes from Time
Two hearts burning flames in the night
Beneath our calm facades

My mind imagined my fingers tracing up your right arm
Casually resting on your steering wheel
But it would have been too much
For me to have to let go

And even my eyes averted yours
For they wouldn't have survived
Your starry oceans drowning
So my mouth talked about everything
But the blatant fact that Fate was again
Cruelly separating you from me

Now I am left with nothing
But the taste of your skin warm
Lingering on my lips
Haunting me awake at night

One bare second
When I so willingly
Let you steal my heart once more
After which I had to rush out of your car

Because one more second
And even the ghost of my heart
Empty beatings I need to survive by
In the darkness of the next nine moons
Would have been trapped
Under your inescapable spell