Night of the falling stars
And I'm sitting here alone
In blessed silence
Wondering
Of all the why's and the how's and the why not's of my life
A night cloud passing by
Gives me no answer
Could I have lived another life?
I don't know another way to be
I am made of love
I give myself
Share it like the sacred body of a saint
Until all that is left is crumbles of soul and scars
And yet I survive
My smile
a bright meteoron over my pain
I am made of love
My sigh fills the air with longing
A star touches my eyelids
The Big Dipper walks the sky
Poisoned by Scorpio's sting
Slowly, time dissolves
I'm standing on the edge of a dream
Forgotten here, breathing in this starry night
Forgotten, ancient
Alive
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