We bend hundreds of illusions
to form our own reality,
to cover these broken steel frames
that surround us underneath the starlit skies.
Our dreams spread out into space
are like stepping stones hanging in limbo
floating and unsure of what the future can bring.
We bleed in silence for the hurts
that break our quiet travels,
from old lovers and the new ones
we carve their names on distant memories,
to depart from our presence
and be buried in far flung spaces,
never to be unearthed yet forever remembered.
We love like the distant stars
that shine with such glorious abandon,
diamonds of the night we are
precious souls searching for one another
hoping that one day we will find
our hands wrapped around each other.