&star

You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly.
And I lose control, can never turn aside.
You shine like summer skies like when a lover lies
next to me and says to me, you make me wonder why.
You are a beautiful mystery.
Every note carved into musical history.
A simile; metaphor.
Words not enough to entrust to you.
Trust that it's true.
We must have approved, but we ask for evidence,
dwell in passing sentiments,
though we bask in eminence.
Every moment, every day, busy getting paid away.
The soul fades away into a grainy shade of gray.
I pray that you'll listen to what I say
'cause I feel like a missing shoe.
This is to everything that you are:
The wild earth,
a child's birth,
the sun, moon, and the stars.