A Star Race

Your shine is a roadmap,
to the lost faith, faith, of your own self-confidence. Your path is not alone a path through the heavenly vault; she is a path that lifts up and steps on mine
gives me hope back. Love,
with its ray of light
she is the magic of mine, a dream.
Down the star trail,
numerous doors stand before me from squeezing slowly one at a time
one is opening up,
bringing me into orbit, something forgotten,
something started
unfinished
something long forgotten, done
with the colors of the rainbow,
with the colors of love
they take me back to the
life...
with a willow
hope
Love
for an eternal survival. © Milka Minkova

A Star Race