You're my star, a stargazer too,
and I wish that I were heaven,
with a billion eyes to look at you.

Look at you, glowing like a solar fire. You're something special... You're going to rattle the stars, you are.

If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.

You’re not a creature in body.
You exist as the stars exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.

Shine like the whole universe is yours.

Any star can be devoured by human adoration, sparkle by sparkle.

The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.

Be around those who crave new galaxies in you.
The light through your veins.
Poetic science.
Wider vision.
Gentler strength.
The moon in your chest.
Gravitational pulls.
Possibility everywhere.
Stars in your eyes.
Expanding horizons.
Something wild.
Something fervent.
Something stunning.
Something divine.

The stars are yours, if you have the head, the hands, and the heart for them.

You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky. Since life, in spite of everything, is like a fairytale.

And what if I told you
that every part of you comes
from every star you ever saw
in the night sky?

You are that vast thing that you see far, far off with great telescopes.

If you love a flower which happens to be on a star, it is sweet at night to gaze at the sky. All the stars are a riot of flowers.

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.