galaxies

And when we’re up there on the summit,

where the sun meets water’s edge

we’ll see why the tides fell like they did

and why the moon always shone in that very same spot.

why no matter how the wind blew

you’ve always felt like my soft spot to land.

 

you’re my home amidst the clamor and the lights

and maybe you’re my north star

 

– or maybe this is what happens when galaxies collide.

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