the stars 

in the night sky

constellations pass by

reflecting circles 

of inner thoughts

they intermingle and transmit 

off world signals

something we can’t find

lost in the void are we

trespassers on our destiny

Golden Tears

Golden tears of heaven,
leave no mark
for they are transcendent/art;
we have left behind our dream.

we shape our own destiny
and yet who are we?
but the backbone of our own creation,
fighting to kept that dream alive.