Shooting Star

We’ve sat up high
For the years come to pass
And looked up upon,
The same starry night sky
Watching as our eyes collide the horizon
Time and time again
We feel a curious presence
And a wondering mind
As a wondrous shooting star
Cascades the heavens,
Want to make this wish?
Wish upon a mysterious traveler
As we countdown the seconds
Three, two, one
You think,
Think of your greatest desire
And smile silently in the moonlight
For tonight, we received one wish
A hope, a dream, a reality
Anything,
But I just wished
You didn’t have to go

Simple Colours

Two simple colours

Outside,

lustrous and vibrate

Admired so immensely

But inside,

Dulled and withering

Fearing the animosity of loneliness

Dreaming of sweet compassion

Just to imagine

A moment’s euphoria

Blended ever so beautifully

Of pure fascination

Like crystallized fantasy

Awaiting realization

Seeking their harmonisation

To collide side by side

As two simple colours run

They wake as one

Note: Written and inspired by someone whose colour runs together with mine.