Stray thoughts always enter the wrong lane
At a wrong time
Shooting towards an unthinkable reality
Whisking past the glittering cases
Of showcased dreams
And throbbing promises
That sustain the dying stars
And the dying hearts
Riding on the crest of night's breath
A careless gaze chases
Luring the thoughts back into a known realm
As the sleep works its magic
Intoxicating an alert consciousness
Into blissful ignorance
I smile at a familiar touch
A familiar gaze
Chasing, perhaps, the same dreams
Under this starlit canopy of the night