We laid down on our backs
Eyes facing the midnight sky
With tears streaming down rosy cheeks
Above our erratic beating hearts
Fired away thousands of wishing stars
Each as beautiful as the last
Each as perfectly mesmerizing
Sparks, as bright as the suns
Reached with skinny frail arms
Ready to touch
To graze delicate fingers on blushing cheeks
Could it be the universe calling?
Or is it the lates last goodbyes?
...
We rose from damp grass with start struck closed lids
And like Eve, we reached for the nearest forbidden fruit and succumbed to the universe's pull
Like Adam, we reached to touch the heavenly
