I was

lost in the sky

lost in the lights

lost in the stars of your eyes

Dying Stars

And if you were

to ask me

what is the thing

that drives me

would it be

surprising if I said:

It’s the force

of the dying stars

The Starry Skies

Oh, how do I love watching the starry skies!
Velvety darkness, pierced by the moonlight,
where everlasting greets the fleeting of time.
There’s such presence, larger than life –
Oh, how do I love watching the starry skies!

If they're coming someday

to pick me up,

know that I'll be waiting

in the stars.