Lunacy
It’s so quiet I can
Hear the man on the moon
As he trots amongst
The craters and the dust of
Stars illuminating the vast
Galaxies.
His name must be Neptune, or
Something astrological, and his
Wife must go by
Venus.
We are their children,
Gazing up at them in
The night, forsaking
Them by day.
They have named me
Scorpio, and I shine and
Radiate energy alike to
A fiery comet’s tail.
Together we light the
Darkness like torches
Forever blazing and
Creating crystallized
Constellations.
Copyright © Catelyn Meeker | Year Posted 2022
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