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.
Behind the star lit skies there lies
a princess with wings crying in the night.
For she is waiting for her lover true,
who only comes when the moon is blue.
She knows he is the one for her,
but why is it taking him so long?
To come and brighten her world,
just like the way the sun does in the morning.
Her nights are all quiet and dark,
except for her star-lit lanterns that she hung
around her little cloudy castle,
to light his way back into her arms.