A few ounces of my thoughts, a heap of yours

The hours just pass by as my thoughts sleep beside yours.
I let them be, but occasionally I try to mix a bit of both –
A few ounces of me and heaps of you.
And whenever a tear veils your vision,
I sprinkle a bit of this blend to garnish your dark skies,
A star here and a few there in a random disposition.
And as you catch a proverbial thought in the light of a star
Whilst your cheeks are still wet, I watch you
Dreaming in the world born from our thoughts.
That sight of you smiling the tear goodbye lives with me
To become another thought.