My stars,
Let it be known,
That if I could not cross the seas to your consciencness,
Where the waves are swells of post-mortem necromancing confusion,
Please believe me when I say I tried.
There was no other soul to confide in with my last ounce of dependency,
That I wished to rely on.
Even though we were both so conscience to reality,
You could not help but take out all of the longing
And all of the darkness in yourself.
I do believe that our paths are intertwined for a reason,
And no matter what strikes the swells in our oceans
And disrupts the currents of transparency,
Between our stars that reflect off the water that poured into our dreams,
Nothing will change the places that they hold in my night sky.
My stars,
You have shown me how to shine,
What it means to be strong,
You have no comprehension as to what you mean to my ocean.
My stars,
That control the moon who control the tide,
Who gave the moon its respect that it earned,
No longer worlds apart but through time,
Rises higher then the mounds of sand that cause the brink of a boundary placed by man.
No evil being or dark matter in our lives could being us below ourselves.
We are the brightness in the night sky,
The opium of the lowest cavern in our oceans.
I understand,
My stars,
Don't sink.
