120. Finding Your Star

I am lost within the words 

beneath the many cataclysmic

worlds that twirl around 

in the cosmic underground,

to where I am bound to your

serene sense of prosperity,

and as you soar far beyond

the angelic pond in the sky,

I may arise to perhaps find

my own pleasantries aligned

with the stars shining so bright,

though I landed upon the shores

of a forgotten realm of magical doors

 that I surely knew would lead me 

straight to you, and I would search 

far and wide, to find myself at your side, 

so that I may find your star, 

and kiss it one final goodnight.