Starlet
I've watched you try to be alive
Looking through a calloused eye
Run like a cat on fire
Chasing whispers in your spires
I've watched the voyeurs rain
Their buckets full of empty grace
Though I'm not fit to guide you,
Desperately, I've come to wake you dear
We could peel out from the herd
Beneath my sky, your sparkle lingers
And if we're lost and godless souls
No more time
will slip
through our fingers. . .