Hello Comet ChaserFriendly tales it does speak softly to meSoftly chosen words to be spoken in timeChurning rhythm and elliptical faithKnowing not of life nor deathNot of purpose nor of beautyBut beauty it holds most sincereTo those that view its passingParticulate reflection set afire unto no moreLives endless captured by unseeing eyesBut what of reason or logicOf passion bright with an inner depthMost boldMost familiarIt does speak softly to meSoftly spoken revolutionsRising up against the horizonUntil rise no more a star does fallComet chaser once beforeComet chaser forever more
Paper StarsI've been folding paper starsThese stars to pass the timeThis time to pass behindMy tired eyes into the night.This tired night of paper starsDoes sparkle lightlyAnd rustle slightlyMust be careful as I foldThe dream as it takes holdFor troubled vision blursAnd blurry vision spursThese visions unto my eyesOf passing light into the skiesAnd even though the time does passThe world does turnThe stars don't lastI'll save a paper star for youPlucked from a sky that I once knewAnd come back to this waking worldFor youFor you a paper star.
Sta.sh
