Star light
Star bright
First star who returns my sight
I wish I may
I wish I might
be allowed to bask in your gaze
lost forever within your maze
I guess a child's lullaby was meant to contain
all the words and wishes we force to refrain
Sifting through off white sands
and tiny particles sticking onto moist skin
cradled like youth too immature to be set free
they refuse to let go
maybe through all this searching
and reliving a savant's dream
I'll find my heart among the pale recesses
Confessions dangle in the air
above my crib of displacement
dancing without consequence
cloth sticks to me like the sweet sin
that consumes these thoughts
when I think of you
A key
perfected jagged edges made
to slip inside without reprisal
turning slowly; I smile
You know the answer
I know the question
Together we form
the perfect rhyme
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