Looking at the sky,
a symbolic gesture
waiting for one to fall,
seeing a cosmic tale.
I laid on my back in the summer air,
imagined traveling as far as I may
searching inside the galaxies,
the planets align
for that would be reaching
some point of fruition,
finding myself searching
waiting for her,
give me a sign
I say to the stars,
their streaming light
letting me escape
the world around me,
a slow revolving process
every night,
finding a new pattern
laying in wonder
knowing that another set of hours
will bring back the hope of ours.
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