Jewels

Jewels dance through the sky,

owned by nobody,

admired by the dreamers and doomers alike,

never to be forgotten,

never to be seen through the same eyes,

always willing to hear me when I pray.

Long into the night,

of which there will be many,

violets fall from the moon’s smiling mouth,

endlessly aware that I am thinking of you.

All it really takes is a wish,

some hopeful, headstrong belief,

holding on when you have nothing left.

Looking to the stars, and how they shine,

it really is so easy to convince them to shine a little brighter for my love.

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