STARS
In the dusk of love,
under the wings of the dark
of one passed desire
tremor the stars of memory
alluring sighs with
it's cold glow.
No. Don't turn them off.
Let them shine.
Just release your soul
to hury straight
to the new morning.
And before the sun spreads
its sunbeams,
their glow will vanish
and will silently dissapear,
free until the next dusk.
And then, in that new dusk,
there will be other,
completely new stars,
with new shine.
