Did you ever count the stars?
I mean, all of them? Do you think they are lonely.
Mayhap, like you and me.
And though they shine their light on each other,
the distance is always heartbreaking, mind
numbing, gut wrenching.
But do you think they feel?
Do they know how broken they are? How far apart
from each other, really.
Because, love, we mourn over distances that our
heart can cover,
while they shine over each other.
Welcome the new age magician.
The Ultimate love guru.
Forsaken sailors, are healed again,
and broken stars, can be seen again.
Seated on a cliff, 4000 metres above sea level,
legs dangling in the free air that smells of fresh
hibiscus.
The night sky is pregnant with darkness,
caliginous,
except for one light.
And no, these are not the ancient lights,
sprucing up the sooty canvas,
these are Lighthouses.
Thousands of lighthouses.
They are a wanderer's best friends,
a lover's midnight dream,
and a shooting stars final destination.
Lighthouses, they are all I can see.
And, if you want to leave my side
because the distance is so hard to cover,
I'll shine a light all the way to you.
Like a lighthouse.
And we will live on, through the light.
And, "forever" , I will sit under one,
until I am nothing but millions of distorted atoms.
Until I am nothing
but star dust.
