Spinning, shooting, shattered star,
Is it lonely where you are?
Is there a comet in your heart?
Have you turned your absence into art?
Sighing, shining, splintered star,
Once so near and now so far,
Is there moonlight in your hair?
Do you close your eyes to stare?
Fading, fading, faded star,
You are still my favourite scar,
Screaming out into the night
Reflecting back the darkest light
Precious, precious, precious star
I keep your light inside a jar
Are you a stranger here on Earth?
Are you the measure of your worth?
Twinkle, twinkle, fallen star
What if love is all we are?
Iain Thomas, ”Intentional Dissonance” (via petrichour)
I know you move your fingers when you sleep because I have felt them move and I know I must do the same.
And I must wonder how many times we have unconsciously, in dreams or nightmares, reached for each other’s hands and never even known.