Lighting the Sky

“Nothing gold can stay.”
-Robert Frost

Lying, staring, laughter blaring;
falling, rolling, emotions tolling.
We sit together in perfect peace
watching as the stars increase.

Desire
holds the moment still.
It won’t end…
ever.

Who says all good things must come to an end?
They obviously can’t fly.
People like us know the truth:
The stars never set
on those who ride them.

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