I wonder 

if the stars above us 

are chances, 

or glances, 

or sparkles 

left in the eyes 

of the past

or innocence lost, 

snuffed out 

at the staggering 

hands of time 

or left behind 

by an indifferent 

mind at the wayside…

Once lost, 

who can restore

the lost light

of the eyes? 

or revive

a thwarted thought?

I want to be

as daring and chaotic 

as a starving star

and leave the 

country of no faces 

and the island 

of same-names 

I want to salvage 

the lost shine

of a drunken spring 

and burn the wind

with laughter…