Day Trip

I spend all day writing poetry about you, and God, Lying in bed and waiting for heaven to open up and come grab me. I sing to the stars at night with my mouth wide open, I’ll catch whatever good luck falls in from the passing comets. When I swallow it, my insides will glow with the same celestial fires that the sun herself beams with. And suddenly- I have become the sunset. I am the lavender and pink ephemeral hues that dance and drift across the sky, a masterpiece painted right before your eyes- dyeing the ocean with the colors of a summer in love.