StarDust

Hearts have the tendency to fall just as stars. Shooting across the night sky Soon to burn out, becoming one with the sky. Without means to measure depth It falls. Losing conscience. While somewhere, a preacher is preaching silent hymns These actions are shown. Revelation to the testimonies shown in each others hands. Small tickles, that equate to the tremors that echo through out Our hearts. Loud vibrations. Without the promise of a rainbow Without certainty of how long we fall. We fell in infinite bliss