Stars have eyes. You can see it but
You can't reach it.
The flame they make, reflecting
Through our naked eye.
Staring blankly at them,
Imagination flows rapidly
But can't seem to picture out a clear image
Out of thoughts that
Forms into creative scribbles.
There is something so
Peculiar about these acid washed
Stars, as they wander amongst
Us and the cosmos.
They blink and luster in the
Night sky and stare at us with
Full wondered souls. Countless
Amount of millions of billions
Of their kinds, strolling
Several galaxies above us.
Looking at them from land, to
The dark skies of the night.
Feeling their warmth and their kisses
While I lie in bed and start to think
Of you and miss you.
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