On a warm autumn day, love's flower blooms.
Weeks later I feel alone, trapped within a gloom.
But then I think of her and I am there.
Blue meets brown and becomes one within a stare.
Then our hearts beat out to shatter the aloneness
But will our bodies rise up. Does our star shine less?
Does its light stream at us sitting on the grass?
As we look up to kiss, do eyes glitter like glass?
I look at the night. Yes our star is still there.
We lay in our own light and watch it shine
Bright and clear.