Written by Alison Howard

Photograph by   Dominik Schröder

Photograph by Dominik Schröder

Bright star so out of reach
I would my heart to you receive
And dance with me in the sky
So that we two can fly
In these cosmic vapid whiffs of air
Soaring, singing, without care
O how i wish to be your dove
To sing for you and feel your love
But cosmic stars do not descend
To Earth and never reprehend
For my love is downward bound
And my will too weak to leave the ground.