Stars have told stories for centuries, telling some with a twinkle, and some with an incendiary flare – the longest tales of the longest tails. They write their destined trajectories and entanglements upon the firmament – and where they cross, lovers may meet…
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes
I screamed aloud as it tore through them
And now it’s left me blind…
The stars, the moon
They have all been blown out
You’ve left me in the dark
No dawn, no day
I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
Flashes of light and gaseous alchemy, elements comprising life and energy, the stars seem so simple but they contain multitudes – meaning, magic, majesty – and though they seem to watch us from afar, we do not see where some might be now – so long does it take for their sparkle to reach our sight. The twinkles we see tonight were emitted long ago, depending on how distant they are, and the bending of time, the traversing of great distance, and the destiny apparently embedded in the sky might all play a part in how our lives will play out.
And in the dark
I can hear your heartbeat
I tried to find the sound
But then it stopped
And I was in the darkness
So darkness I became
I took the stars from my eyes and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you
A cosmic love to outlast the lives of stars is a happy thought. Staying in darkness together lends its own sort of light. Do the stars have a say in who and how we love? And if they do, is it already set in the sky, already written by the light from long ago? The mind should bend more easily than time, but it rarely does, and never when we most need it.
The stars, the moon
They have all been blown out
You’ve left me in the dark (you left me in the dark)
No dawn, no day
I’m always in this twilight
In the shadow of your heart
