The Burning Embers of Stars.

songs for the creation of supernovas,

Do you remember life as a child?

Losing our thoughts,

Uncovering our perfect skin,

Do you remember fearless?

Climbing up into the arms of Redwood trees;

where the leaves meet the stars,

Shooting across the horizon with firey blue trails,

Vivid.

Untouchable.

We watch with doubtless eyes.

We beathe into ourselves the sex of midnight bewilderment.

Awake for the first time.

Eager to become like them, for the first time.

While the rest of the world sleeps...

We are just being born.





Andrew Tipton