She walked on planets and touched the stars.

Her imagination; a wild and cosmic ride.

I gravitated towards her like a wayward star being pulled into a massive black hole.

I couldn’t resist.

So I laid back on a small cloud and watched her dream a little dream.

The saying goes, “I love you to the moon and back”

But hey, why come back?

There doesn’t have to be an end

Because darling,

I love you forever

i wanted the moon

brilliant

bright

consuming the sky

but you were

the stars

fleeting

scattered

everywhere

and haven't we all

been in the back

of a car

counting stars

when we are

already created

from the stuff

space is made of

there was no moon out the night i met you

it was like it had been swallowed whole, hidden

underneath the night sky. and with it, everything

was swallowed in its darkness. no stars peeked out,

no streetlights flickered, there was nothing except

absolute oblivion. i was losing myself in that oblivion.

can i sit next to you?

it's lonely sitting by yourself.

but. then i saw you. and it was like the world lit up.

there were constellations in your eyes, supernovas

clinging to your cheeks. comets tangled up in the

strands of your hair. you were mesmerizing, as if

you were the one who had taken the night sky.

what's your name?

my name is selene.

i only saw you when the night sky was barren,

only saw your smile when everything around

was enshrouded in pitch black. but you were

always shining, always bright when everything

was dark. it was as if you came in my darkest times.

i'll come visit you.

so you won't be lonely anymore.

and i should've realized it then.

the reason why the moon and stars were swallowed

into oblivion the nights i saw you. the reason why

shooting stars shot across your irises. the reason why

it seemed like you stole the briliance of the night. i should've

realized that you and i were destined to be starcrossed.

do you know what that constellation is called?

it's called lyra.

only i realized it too late, and you were gone by then.

we were never meant to be. and i am left grasping for you

in my oblivion.

my name?

my name is sol.

There’s always something

about the moon

how it unravels the doubts

I live with in my mind

I’ve said I want you

with a closed mouth

and I’ve said love with you

makes sense

but it doesn’t

the stars in my sky

don’t align

at the sound of your name

you’ve distracted me from

the storms that sometimes haunt me

but loving you seems

as empty most days

as filling a cabinet with only air

and trying to convince myself

there are no empty spaces.

Empty spaces -{renata ferretti}

specks

spectacles

oracles

horoscopes

telescoped

stellar

staid

suns

fusions

fiery storms

solar flares

solitary

central

sentinel

star-crossed

I often wonder

What is so special about the moon?

It is basically a ball a darkness

disguising itself as light

stealing from the sun

giving what doesnt belong to it

talk about the greatest lie of all time

iiOr shall I say the greatest thief of all time

it's the devil in disguise

But then

I guess better the devil you kknow than the angel you don't

Right?

And with that the Night opened its mouth

To gather the stars’ light and swallow the galaxy into darkness.

Becoming a black hole of impossible possibilities,

It breathes a sigh of lightened relief,

A load born to only one that had conquered the light.

The day was never revisited

and transitory spaces of time

became nonexistent.

It was only dark oblivion

or bright sunlight thrown from the mouth of night’s stomach,

only to be swallowed later by night’s fierce appetite.

Who will slay the beast?

What man, woman, or child

will let nature’s natural transition be reinstated?

The man said no,

the woman too.

The child looked up.

and asked the bottomless mouth of night

to eat only half the stars,

only a quarter of the moon,

sometimes a half,

sometimes the whole.

Thus, began the equinoxes,

began the transitions in the night.

Thus twilight took its place,

Next to sunset, sunrise, dawn, and dusk.

And beauty was revisited

And awe was human’s first breath into nature’s abode.

Whether you are full or just a sliver.

Not at all or eclipse, you are amazing.

The power you inflict on certain people.

Some say the full moon changes people.

Ever notice how people can act on a full moon?

The beautiful glow it casts | on water.

The array of colors it can be.

So many different name for moon cycles and types.

A personal favorite is the harvest moon.

Things that can change the moon.

Live where there are forest fires.

The moon takes on a apocalyptic form

All red and hazy from smoke.

Sad reasoning but beautiful site.

A full moon coming over a mountain range.

Beautiful site to behold.

I don't know about you, but the moon has always fascinated me.