The stars are out tonight,
I wonder if we wish on the same star,
I wish on the brightest star in sight,
And wonder if we wish the same this hour.

All the stars were what I wished for,
All the stars and you,
But they say to me you are not for,
I see the rain in your eyes fall too.

When all the words rhyme
And everything's the right sign,
I guess we'll have our time
When all the stars align.

I cannot live a lie
as I glide through the air
that remains true
to the the sky.
You and I
will never die,
we build castles
shaped like the pyramids
teetering on the tip
of our third eye.
This is I.
Or am I this?
Awareness;
you don't need to look
to notice.
I become blind to my focus,
but my focus stares at me
through my dreams
until I am awoken.
The force that enters
my realm of reality
has been stolen,
like the deprivation of silence
when wilting words
are spoken.
Now, I am the force.
I am the source
of the sorcerer soaring
through the solstice.
Everything, in time,
is mine.
The melody of a devine rhyme
halfway frozen in time,
I can't rewind
or hide behind,
only align the lines
and combine the signs.

We let the align-
ment of our con-
tact create a new-
lyfound structure:

you dress our bed-
ding over frame-
work, shapes mold-
ing words on paper

as though our truth-
fully plaiting finger-
tips shape a stereo-
type linear tendency.