Dreams woven with stardust, Settle behind my eyes, Bright things stitched together By wishes never said out loud They glow softly; Not enough to guide anyone home Just enough to remind me Light can exist Without being useful But there is always The space between stars; Wide and patient, Full of silence No one warns you about Distance Isn’t always emptiness, And even the dark is holding something and maybe dreams aren’t meant to reach every corner of the sky; maybe they’re only meant to shimmer quietly, where they are
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