Lost Stars

The air feels a little lighter
we are maybe a speck of noise here
trying to cancel our silences
like lost lambs on the highways,
un-hunting their skins,
searching another safe home.
I feel like a girl unearthing her ground
searching for another lost star,
drifting past your connotations
of our simple world.
We are all white light here,
divergent rainbows scattered 
out-and-out
countering the unlimited fantasies
of our abuses and memories.
The bodies are little maligned tonight-
mind rubbing stars over me
while I try to remember who we are,
not scholarly or obliging
but maybe some burnt notes
in each other's books.
Light my stars
while I laugh with my strings open.