----> written during a strange time my senior year of hs : P so don't judge too much<----

i see us as the milky way
familiar & yet so


distant


drenched with all the
mystery of the universe
celestial bodies hanging

limp & silent

take warmth in the presence of a dying sun
swirling radiance a starry stupor
---------catches hold
------------------of the gold
-------------------fading gleam

whatever we are
whoever we become
you'll find all that's left
is a dream