Chasing Stars

I woke up to the night sky
And immediately fell in love,
I used the stars as stepping stones
Following the pattern that we created.
I can look down now and see my home,
See the little me staring back up
Knowing that one day, those stars would be in her hands.
To be so high up or am I low? I can no longer find or feel where I am,
Except for a gentle tug in my heart 
Pulling me further out.
I leave what I know and immerse myself
Into a dangerous universe.
Trying to chase the stars that are a losing battle, 
No matter how far I go I never get closer,
I guess maybe they were just to look at,
To wish upon while holding his hand
Or the untouchable art on the black canvas.
But I still try because maybe I have not gone far enough.
 

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    on my bedroom dresser,
    demise blooms from cracked petals and dried stems,
    rubbing against a dusty glass vase. 

    each flower once flourishing and loved--
    only to be hung upside down,
    and left to die in a dank closet. 
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    turn my swag on

    Live, Laugh, Love.
    The beautiful flowers of earth sprout from the seeded soil,
    The trees blow back and fourth with the rythem of the wind,
    the ocean swells into giant pool along the rock cliffs of life,