Starlight falling from your trembling hands as you cup them to drink from the milky way,
Breathing in the scent of susurrous stars, a lake of tears too haunted.
You watch, alone and weary, crocheting dreams with a cardboard heart,
And cascades of a shimmering venus are ripples in an ashen sea too watered.

I called the stars my dreams, and they fell from the sparkling sky.