1 An excuse of a journey

She blew the cosmos out of her hand

and whispered chaos to my universe.

On a journey; mischievous and grand

We watched the constellations as we traverse,

into what you could only gaze upon.

Accompanying me, this lovely woman,

whose eyes dull the sun in comparison,

and hair stretch past the belt of orion.

We breach past the swirl of the milky way,

but among all the memories one will stay,

which is when we wished upon a star,

that this would be an endless war

So I'd have another sorry excuse

To be with her, and not to lose.