You swirled your hand
around the sky,
Like you would cast a spell
on the world tonight,
Bewitch the wind's flying wail,
Scar the night sky with
a drunken star trail.

Ardor lights up every wood,
Watching the jungle burn, we stood,
On ashed down bridges,
we learned to sail,
You were always the one to follow a liquorish star trail.

You swirled your hand
around the sky,
Like you would pick any
star you sight,
And sitting on clifftops
was always your thing,
Where the world is quiet and
only the nightingales sing.

About time, and I know
you've seen your dreams,
Whims of gold with
ripped silver seams-
Scattered away in
your stone-blue jeans,
You keep them safe,
hidden and sealed.

You told me you would
send me mails,
Once you crossed the bridges
of crossfires,
On our ashed down memories,
you sailed,
You just wanted to follow
a drunken star trail.

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a/n : A maddening passion that consumes us, burns us and then lights up everything around us- is what this piece is about. Thank you for reading :).