Synchronicity
Synchronicity
Someday
I want your stars
to touch mine.
do they blush and smile?
together even brighter,
do they shine?
A day and a fortnight earlier,
I'd est also, a day before
the full-moon, that you are,
the sky was covered
with your innocence and forgetfulness.
you had left the box with love fireflies, ajar.
When you wouldn't be able
to cling on to me any far
I'll shower you with bundles of kisses
via the background music of our fate, no par.
done by our difficult Yamaha piano
in real dreams and the metal bar
of our heavy Hawaiian guitar.
If this world seems unbearable
and we think of ending it all
with a cut along the veins,
(oh! how we'd both love the scar)
I promise that i'd die first.
and I'd shine -
along your line of sight -
brighter than the brightest polestar.