Mirrored Stares

Tracing constellations with our fingers

pointed up towards the twinkling sky


wishing for shooting stars to tumble down
so we could make wishes and wander


to the places where they crash landed


only to find that they have lived within us




Dreams that can't be seen, tasted, or touched


just entangled in the fibers of our hearts
each beat bringing them closer as we grow

kinder and gentler than we thought possible
as we fly kites under the shadows of the sun

tracing whispers of a love carved into stone

Knowing beauty lives behind mirrored stares

eyes meeting in the middle aligning souls

of perfect partners with their fingers interlaced

with bodies pressed together in warm embrace

knowing that a forest sometimes burns violently

only to recycle ash into mighty trees once more