Sense stolen in the night by wild fervor Sailing down the pursuits of a trivial stream Hands on glass, breath and mist, looking further Stare into the dusk to find your countenance deem Torment the blossom with no intention to stroke lips As linger among the leftover stardust, into the cosmos gleam But now brought down to earth, hold your stare with eyes Of an impartial observer
How long can stardust wait for its connotation?
find myself voyaging into inter sominum, the in-between Translating ciphers from the auras of time Nebulas of pasts and dreams yet seen Now stardust is shifting and rekindles inward as all align nto the dream space and out beyond the dream Astonished you discovered me, finally giving me your core to enshrine Ponder the anomaly of confession in your eyes you are awaiting me to redeem No need for the fervor never more, turn away and let myself glisten And sail towards and a place of oblivion thoughts have never been nto the in-between.