Dancing Stars

With my amethyst obelisk carved into a sword i wipe the tears spotless. Under the violet red sky i wrung out the stars, my thoughts spinning, inside open jars. the fireflies release the truth wondering why... My tears fall on the petals, they catch the light and darkness, with only light being triumphant, the seeds it plants are abundant. My haven branches over, i tread through deserts only to find a youth inside the old. the aging trees cannot hold still, when the stars are shooting across another dimension. With open words my scream fades when daylight is finished. When i finish my tune under whispering stars, the breeze whispers love after i pull out my blossoms out of my life. My salty fists clench open the sky, i taste the beauty inside the flower's still life. Memories of yesterday hold stiff locking themselves under nightfall gazes, tomorrow remembers the dancing trees, and the shooting stars, when i know i finished building my nest, Christ can plant my tree and fill my life rest.