In the stars I see
a whole lot of give and take.
Do you think the stars thought they’d be
someone else’s last chance to make
a picture in the sky?

The stars gave us both views of
a rickety time machine.
It took us back towards the age of love
and fifteen,
when we were careless.

I never thought the stars were overrated
until I caught them on fire.
And in that night, bright and jaded,
the sky shone like a live wire,
sparks never dying.

Today the stars died,
deaths we refused to believe in.
You and I, side by side,
hold out for the moment when
rebirth and hope will bring those dreams back to life.