Colors

Little bird

Lone Star

She shone

Bright

In the endless blank sky

Burning gases in fury

Fury and loneliness

The brightest in the sky

‘Twas worshiped and adored

By beings she knew not

They thought she was all mighty and powerful

While the lone star believed

She was a speck in the dust

Oblivion

We painted skies, infinite

We painted oceans, deepest

We dreamed of love, unconditional

We dreamed of passion, unquenchable

Yet, again

We closed our eyes

Drifting to oblivion