to connect the dots
numbers disappear through my mind
Spots of light now rule my mind
as their patterns chase each other
through infinite space
I only believe in the fairy tale
that is known to start because
of the true story of a constellation
The stars are playing tag
and I am it -
a first kiss with a boy named Charles
under the moonlit sky
More kisses on the yellow bus - a pledge of love
to last forever - no one else exists
The North Star knows it is not a color or a pattern to be traced,
it has no story of its own, but it can tell all of our stories
a vivid keeper of the human battlefield, watcher of people at play
She laughs at us - our resolutions
she only knows resolve
she shines brighter than
my sparkle dress
I did not make one resolution this year
The North Star speaks to me -
She believes in me
The stars line up in undeniable patterns,
scientifically mapped, studied, changed
The sky governs life below it
I am its daughter and also yours
Charles and I did not last forever
but our first kiss remains.
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