Eflatun Solmaz - Make Lovestrology
The star your finger pointed to is gone.
I’ve been scanning the sky — still nothing.
My pen won’t even move, I’m drained.
We blamed it on its pull,
the stars behind it all.
Otherwise, how could the thought
of touching come at all?
When you return, show me again
where it falls among the stars.
If we didn’t make it up,
it must be somewhere — not too far.
We blamed it on its pull,
the stars behind it all.
Otherwise, how could the thought
of touching come at all?