Why does stardust formed us humans?
Born from great celestials
Yet fragile like a paper fan;

Many say we are related—
In their glorious death
Our history started,
I find it hard to believe
Cause if so
Then why am I here
Stranded in a planet
Full of grief and sadness;

Stars, why you shine on this mortals?
Is this a whim, or that hope in Pandora's box?

if
my wishes
were stars
the sky
would be bright,
like daytime a magnificent
thing;
granted wishes
fall down
like shooting stars,
ergo
the vault of heaven
would be still,
immovable

i plead to the skies - more, more, more -
the winds howl back in answer to my call.

and each time I cry beneath the stars, i wonder:

did Maker know, when He shaped the heavens,

what the heavens would witness?

for etched into my skin are reminders,

the cold touch,

the burning scent,

the salty taste,
of someone who will block me…

Eyes full of stars,
But not the good kind.
These ones shine with scorching heat.
Eyes full of space,
But not the good kind.
These ones threaten vastness sweep.
I see the moon.
I see the Earth.
In these eyes I see the birth
Of every star,
On every plane,
And see that it is all the same.
Now I’m lost
Within those eyes,
And so I find
The end of time.
The lights, they hurt
I try to rest
And at the end of space infests-
Those eyes…
Mine…

If the stars above could paint the vast, vivid realm
That seeks shelter in your eyes,

Would it be fair to decline?

Or perhaps, it was always meant for us
To wave goodbye at the end of time.