Light lost

The stars,
They hang over this city.

When they wobble and weave, you know tremmors in your gut. And the
price that you find while falling, is a fearful fit in such an
uncomfortable shape..

In my embarassment, I might forget to poll my self together, and for
whatever I did - I don't know how I did you so.

See, there's these stars.

And they hang for days in the passing night.

They reduce distance and pull it tight around the face of the earth.
And the time that blesses your silent sleeping body is more than I
could keep.

You see? The stars?

They're falling.