None can contain me
Stop my shine, nor quench my flares
I’m simply…Fiery



None can contain me
Stop my shine, nor quench my flares
I’m simply…Fiery



Pretend you’ve a past together
A resounding “Atta Girl!”
Somebody tell that man there are only so many starlit nights we’re allowed, that the sands of time won’t stop collecting around my ankles, that I’m beginning to believe that Stardust is my maiden-voyage name, and that surely I will soon sink in this sea….How many closets did we crawl into
How many midnights awakened
By an ever-fixed, screaming star
And I, another day older
No closer still, no more able
To take us away from the chaos
Carelessly strewn about the sky
We were forced to live under
But there we were
Closet door and mouths closed tight
Waiting for morning to come
And I, another day older
Stay
Burning morningstar
Did you see you saving me
From the sleepless night
They’ll photograph us
Just This Once here in the vast
Where old stars are born
Square
Straight-on
Smack-dab in the middle
Smiling
First though
The trace of lines
Then of curves
Then lines again
The look down finally
Pleased
Hoping you were too
Star struck
The caravan lurched to a halt
We fling open the door to the night
And laugh looking back
Veils whipping in the warm quiet
Lock-step, foreheads forward
Through sand and scorpion
Drawn, we touch
The star-dusted moment in space
Where you tore time