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.
Ruling Our Lives
Without Netflix
Social Media
Television
when all there was to do at night
was stare into a bonfire
humans looked up to the virgin sky
with anticipation
for entertainment
binging on stars
enjoying
from year to year
reruns
with the magical power
to keep us agape for hours.
Dazzeling black screens
that turn us on
ruling our lives.
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}
The Limits of Your Opportunity
Anything
Under the moon afar
Anything
Under the twinkling stars
Anything
In a salad bar
Of opportunity
can be yours
in America
Until
Under the moon afar
Until
Under the twinkling stars
Until
You cross paths with the czar
Of opportunity's end:
A gunman
In America
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?