I was never this bitter
the kind of person to complain all day
even I find myself dull
the mundane feeling of my parents
I've become who I loathed
I just want to be easily impressed
easily joyed
like a baby overwhelmed by laughter or a silly face
I just want to admire butterflies
the same way I did when I was five.

The first time I heard the Earth sang
I cried with all my rarest forms
The earth softly whispered the secrets of us
the past, the present, the future
I saw the history slipping from its melody
There were no more pleasant sound
The colors of the everything fall around me like rain
I tap on the shoulder of my mother
and she cried too.
The earth sings to the sad, tired and lonely,

Their lips touched in the autumn air,
under the tree he had always loved.
his hair tickled his chin,
they both giggled,
what a sin.
if this is sin, so be it
love, burst, explosions that I will die for.
their hands tangled with such scandal
the roman air smelled nice
they saw their graves
but nothing came with more worth
than the ritual of love.

I couldn't stop touching her
Lady Universe and her ever soft kisses like comets
The dance floor was so dark
and she shined so bright
She put her hand on my hair and said
you're beautiful baby girl
I could feel the beat on my floating feet
blood boiling
oh!
imagine if our lips touched I said
she laughed with a wicked flick of hair,
rivers and the earth spawned from just that
Lady Universe
she laughs at me.

It was so overwhelming
the swirls of orange around me
A subtle dreamy orange like the sunset
So safe
So light
I waved my finger for more swirls of orange
my fingers wiping the sky as the night turns bluer
the sky became this deep ocean blue
My fingers drew points on the sky where I want to go
with each point a sparkle
then the sky...it lit up for me.

Sometimes I can tell
the Universe is moving without me
Even when I was a child
I saw the moon smile at me
It was running along side me  in the car window
That night the moon appeared outside my window
That's how I know
I will never be alone.
The moon will never let me be.
Sometimes I can tell,
the Universe is moving without me.

I used to reach up,
and let the stars melt in my hands.
I felt the time slip away
but the night was too attractive to shut my eyes.
There are stories in the sky
mapped with pattern
the same stories people saw 5000 years ago
I reached up and melt with the stars
Now I can see the stars anytime, everywhere.
I close my eyes, and reach up.