I have imagined stars

to be happier than I,
shining from so far away
so cold they look
although they are actually hot.

My self was broken and damaged
looking like the pieces of a dying art
I was driven to despair
trying to piece myself together
to look presentable
public.

Look at you. Look at me.
We have become pieces of a new self
living together
One.

It is emotion I am beginning to feel
it is the happiness of knowing that I feel
Let me not break once again,
not like this and not like that...
it felt so foreign.

Designed together and being together
with all the signs of the sky
my nature reborn
my soul bared
into the speech of doing
do I go.

I imagined the stars to be happier than I
but I am happy
in being One.