Even The darkest patch of sky is starry a tapestry of hopes and worries of heroes and their deeds, expressions of our need. They look at us, and wonder, why we hurry. If the stars were to be signs we would see them in the day time. Am I drawing constellations in the dark? Was it a season? was there a reason... Felt like a lifetime... I wish we could talk. are they locked there? can we trace another fate among the stars? if we could see from their stations, do we play archetypes in their dark skies too? are we the hunter, or the scorpion? and who is hunting who? are we the bucket, or fish swimming by? are we untouched, balanced, fixed or in a flurry?. we base what we see on our myths and beleif If the stars were to be signs we would see them in the day time. Am I drawing constellations in the dark? Was it a season? I found a reason... Felt like a lifetime... I wish we could talk. I'll pass my wishes to you. you'll return them when you're fine. a lightyear to the light is still the same moment in time. the sun will shine on all of us as we wobble in her wake. that we all share the warmth is the comfort that I'll take. If the stars were to be signs we would see them in the day time. Am I drawing constellations in the dark? every season I found a reason. here's to a lifetime... lets take a walk. If the stars were to be signs we would see them in the day time. Am I drawing constellations in the dark? Every season I found a reason... to build a lifetime with someone to walk.
