Close your eyes and the stars spiral to their own music, the sky the softest black. Touch.
Pitchblack night, no stars. Hold my hand, I’ll stop you from falling – then I fell. Two lying in the mud, crying laughing.
We shall meet again when stars split the skies and melt into our eyes.
The longest night. Clouds covering thin moon. Few cold stars silver in the black surrounding sky. Golden eyes blink slowly, twice.