From the place of stars

From a place where sun hides 

and a cave appears,

we resemble in our beauty unique as a shadow.

Another twilight deeply scented 

preaches on its way to meet the silky moon.

Nostalgia plays the piano

and we feel a new awe of glory

a touch from the sky

we harvest on the skin, 

that goes along the darkness and hides 

but does not leave us behind 

as an open question.

We advance together

and believe in secret

powder of the stars lightens up our spirit

textures fill the silence of a hungry day 

yet we want this new flavor to stay.

- jkn