I like counting the stars on my ceiling

Creating constellations unheard of

Between cresting eagles

And strokes of silver wind,

I’ve connected avenues into

A place where I’d like to live

I gathered you out of stardust

Built you in the workshop of my room

Plastering you in the sky

To fly beside me

And it is glorious, how those two swim

Through a sea of stars on my ceiling

Their hands interlocked

But mine are empty

Down on the earth

With my head on my pillow

Aimlessly

Stretching out my arms to

Unreachable

Constellations