meet me under the stars..

The city is bustling with sounds

And here, under the stars, there is nothing

But silence, silence like a song, a melody

Oh, so well known to my heart.

Clusters of stars, feigning to be together

Portraying the magic, imitating how our horizons meet

And still leaves are put to motion

As some crickets have disturbed fireflies.

And my dreams coincide with reality,

Under the blanket of stars, where I lie making patterns

Almost like a child, playing, connecting the dots,
Leaving pockets, urging you to read in between.

Engraved into my soul, is the rhythmic chatter of the wood

Being broken by the midnight fire

Gusto, wind and fragrant jasmine

Lurking through my hair like your fingertips.

Time has conveniently lost track

And moon has taken up the role of timekeeper, sigh!

Shining though one thought at a time

Weaving the crimson of passion and blues of longing.

You should meet me under the stars

Where there is a paradise built by illusions

Chiseled in the spinning fire

Experimented and perfected wonder by wonder.