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Making Friends with Stars
I lay awake at night, sometimes
 Thinking, of how it feels
 To no longer be alone.
 
 I remember the past
 And all the wonders it possessed.
 The past had me,
 
 Dreamt of days ahead
 Reminding too much of sorrow
 Myself, I came to dread.
 
 Alone at night, my thoughts
 True companions
 In the darkness
 To will my sleep.
 
 Kept still in passing hours
 Holding yourself, cradling sorrow
 Dreams carrying you to safety
 Away from black tomorrow.
 
 Keep still, and hush yourself.
 Protect the dreamt companion.
 Walk in silence
 Your own false pride
 Amongst this realm, damnation.
 
 I think about the stars, sometimes
 Side by side, together.
 Candle flames in a world much higher
 Beneath, my dying fire.
 
 Keep still, my love
 The terror once more come
 To haunt you day ‘n day,
 Night, your worthy sun.
 
 One star shined to me,
 Now, and I felt its light
 Touch me.
 By way I can’t imagine.
 
 Another star, another flame,
 Like dreamt companions.
 Who stay with me,
 Day ‘n day,
 And hush the harrowed night.
 
 Friends, I call these stars.
 Friends to guide me true.
 From silent stride, 
 And dreamt companions
 To a world,
 Filled
 With
 You.
 
 Keep still, my love
 In passing hours
 Till morning comes again.
 And the stars are dreams
 In this world of ours.
 That have all come true
 For you.

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