Stop staring out of that window and hold my hand.
Let me caress your eyes, stroke your forehead, feel your thin and sturdy neck.
The sky will stop turning and the stars will stop burning, like souls bewitched around the moon.
You lying, inquiring mind.
Let me enter your lonely chest, your way of being authentic and kind.
Promise me that I will be noticed and that you will not only think about your night.
Your starry night.
