We Are Made of Stars

Lost in translation, in another life. I see you happy from afar. Glittering in the light of the moon, reflecting in the water of the lake. Living backwards.
I've never met a poet before with so many vinyl records.
Content in the moment. Swaying with the music in my world of quiet silence. The Van Gogh painting on the wall is talking to me about Philip, reminding me of those nights I was loveless.
Devouring the fire of a thousand mother tongues, contagious lust in my bones. I feel the guilt in my stomach growing with every move I make.  I am reminded of my mistakes when I look at you, I see nothing.
Sweet valentine, the man in my dreams. Lover on the skyline of my imagination. The sun on the horizon, shining through the clouds, shining on my milky white skin. Water the plants in the garden of my mind, a stream of consciousness, a body full of resentment. I flow with the day, blur of memory.
Janis is made of stars. Grace is made of stars. Johnny is made of stars. Avro is made of stars. We are made of stars. We are made of stars.