Stars dashed acrossed the sky,

The moon instills peace as fear screams and takes wing to fly,

If this is anything like Heaven, here and now let me die.

Tall grass whispers in a rushed  tone,

Each with a story to tell; every one to each their own,

How far is my heart from home?

How far am I from believing that I’m alone?

How far is infinity?

How close is the next heart to read these words?

Telling myself to breathe,

Silently peoples lives come apart they and others greive.

A smile crosses my face for reasons others cannot concieve,

Love doesn’t end,

It’s only waiting for you around the next bend.