Poem: Colliding Stars

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'Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born.' 
Charles Chaplin


So badly I want to collide,
For the rest of my life
With you by my side.
...
We were stars on our own path,
Living our lives and dreaming of the skies.
But one day we found each other
And drawn by our lights,
We collided and fell in love.

We fell in love with the words,
The values, the gestures;
We fell in love with the smiles,
The sights and our holding of hands.

We collided, we crashed, we felt alive.

We fell in love with our time
And the dreaming of our plans,
The cuddling, the kissing and
The caressing of our hearts.

We were solitary stars,
Seeking for a partner with whom to plan,
Seeking for a soul that glittered in the dark.
We found in each other
Kind, adventurous eyes.

Walks, walks and walks,
With nature all around,
How we loved those moments
The sharing of our time.

We collided, we crashed, we felt alive.

I know not what will happen,
Yet I crave to together plan:
Plan for the future,
However close or far it hangs.
Plan a meal, plan a trip afar,
Know not what the future holds
But trust in the merging of our souls.
I trust in the energy of our beings,
In the magic that surrounds us,
In the wishes we hold tight.

Oh dear. We collided, we crashed, we felt alive.

How I treasure your shooting across my sky,
How you stopped and asked me to dance.
How you held my hand
And how you walked by my side.

We collided, we crashed and we felt blissfully alive.




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