• paint a picture of the stars
    in words
    that seem to belong together
    like you and me
    pure silver speech

    little flecks of light emerge
    from twilight
    staring at us analyzing
    every move
    pure paranoia

    a blank page filled to the brim
    with nonsense
    may be deemed useful
    eventually
    pure imagination

    the night I dreamt of you
    it rained stars
    and I wished for you
    did it come true?