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.