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swimming into a river of words
the moon slowly slips from the sky
and ejects my longing
straight into this mercurial night
It is not the stars nor the moon
that hold my thoughts captive
nor the galaxy that flows silent
filling my heart with a soft sweetness
dripping
distant and pale
like your arms around me when you sleep
You wonder if i love you
you could just ask me - when the stars were born?
the echo in my eyes would be the right answer
It is not the stars, my love
it is not the agony of being human
nor the pain of not being just the morning dew
nor the question what is the color of my heart
It is only me feeling small
almost transparent like a nocturnal crystal butterfly
fluttering inside your dreams
breathing in a distant constellation
You wonder if I love you
I melt across the horizon
giving you the answer
It is only me,
feeling small...
We all become small under the stars
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