The vast horizon in front of us,
Doesn’t scare me.
The tingling feeling inside my skin,
When you touch, does.
The twinkling stars in the dark hour,
Makes me feel alive.
For they are running,
In the stream of my blood.
The moment of magic is when,
You say that the stars remind you of me,
And I laugh and say,
I’m the stars and it’s me you’re thinking about, always.