Stardust 1

The sky is full of stars

lights of death

insisting on living. 

Thousands of stars,

twinkling memories,

granted wishes

merged in sand.

Stardust, 

starfish,

stations of time;

owners of nameless

but relatable 

nostalgia.

Distant nostalgia.

Stars

whose paths 

cross once in a while

in the lively dance

of destiny.

Beholding stars,

entwining stars,

free stars,

that release

as they pass by

the sweet fragance of lovers,

unfinished caress

of unfading desire.

Yearning stars,

beholding stars,

kissing stars,

touching stars.

Stars full of memories,

disregarded distance.

Stars that are laced

by the eternity

of the same sky.