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I’m going back to the stars…

I’m going back to the stars…

So! I think it’s time I quit talking babbles; even though
I’m pretty sure that every word I’m saying is like
an open book to you; like you are to me when I’m around you

It’s time I put this in the words of a man; not a lover
not a story teller; not a boy and certainly not a poet –
Poets are shallow these days… natural deceivers
So I’ll try to put this story in my own words.

There’s not a moment going by, that I don’t think of you
That I try to put my thoughts in order, yet you are
the only link to my sanity – You give me a quiet mind and I…

No, I was never good at defining this feeling
All I know is that, the vision of our glass of wine is
as peaceful as taking a glimpse at the stars and
as warm as all the fires of the world gathered up in one sun
And that every time I think of, the world narrows

I dreamt I kissed you; and it was like getting bourn again
So sweet that I could feel the shivers in the tip of my fingers…

I know! I know it is just a dream, but that doesn’t deprive
me from the right to hope – And I hope! I hope and I wish
so hard that I could crush the stars with only one word;
but this power will not; will never apply on will…

I’ve wondered so much what I should do to win you,
you heart, your soul, your essence – the light of this
is too violent, too unstable and I cannot control it.

When I’m around you, I lose myself… I’m like a little boy
always wanting to play; always growling; always unable to
find his own words! So I’ve decided to leave myself for a while
get back to the points of origin; back to my world hidden
in plain sight. And I will look upon myself and grow…

So… you can say I’m going back to the stars; but not alone
I’m gonna take with me every little thought – every
little dream I have about you; about me not knowing what
I want about you, for you, for us…
I do not want to ask again if you think or will think of me

I wish you do! i would be such a fool man to say that I don’t
And if you’ll miss me, just light a candle; let it
wear your whispers to my ears… or maybe send a rose

Cirjan Dragos
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