Musings, Beloved

Mood: A Meaningful Moment through a Meaning(less) Process, by Stars of the Lid

A lifetime of “Star Light, Star Bright,” and coin-tosses in fountains

Making the wind dance with dandelion wisps

Birthday candles and fallen lashes

Oh, the ways I wished for you

Why is the first question, “What happens when I lose you?”

Such fear keeps the worthy running from love, into the arms of chaos

Perpetual aloneness, the familiar static of yearning for dreams we run from

Sloppy substitutions, empty words, hollow connections

Pining for what could’ve been, settling into regret as if it satisfies

We all lose in the end - our lives, and with them, our loves

No enlightenment is gained by evading truth

I’d have traded a chance at love for haunting regret

If I had run from you

Dying at peace means having dared to love

In a world of uncertainty, a dimension of risk

Rejecting fear, locking eyes with inevitability

Our shadows dance, the chaos melts

I will always choose to love you