dream a little dream
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.
Unconditional
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
sent/received
i wanted the moon
brilliant
bright
consuming the sky
but you were
the stars
fleeting
scattered
everywhere
Counting Stars
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
Selene
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}
Stars
specks
spectacles
oracles
horoscopes
telescoped
stellar
staid
suns
fusions
fiery storms
solar flares
solitary
central
sentinel
star-crossed
the moon
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?
Night’s Mouth
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.
The Moon
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.