My Friends The Stars

While i have a blinking contest with the stars i wonder if they feel me.

Word after word my mind forms sentences to tell them that i’m in peace.

Pieces of light are these pieces of mine. Deeply aligned we are scattered to form.

Moving like storms with a cyclical core. i’m now finally able to know their love.

Unbiased and blank on a canvas they’ll wait and say connect the dots…

it’s amazingly odd we’re simply thoughts that occupy the space.