"A figure of the constellations, I whisper of needing, maybe Cassiopeia sleeps on your skin." "A figure of the constellations, I whisper of needing, maybe Cassiopeia sleeps o...

Galaxies filled with burning stars Colouring the masterpiece titled as the universe, Galaxies filled with burning stars Colouring the masterpiece titled as the un...

The moles on her hand form a constellation I've yet to name The moles on her hand form a constellation I've yet to name

The poem compares love with constellation and a black hole. The poem compares love with constellation and a black hole.

As I try to join the dots of a scattered constellation As I try to join the dots of a scattered constellation

The days you bring spring, a new season of hope too... The days you bring spring, a new season of hope too...