In Our Own Galaxy

We walked to a place far away. A new galaxy of passion and spirituality. He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth. He made the moon our mirror of life. He gave me everything I never dreamed. It was larger than imagination. No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions. Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love. Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed. Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece. Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas. I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm. He made me feel superhuman. I too revisited his soul the same. We deceived pain. We sustained. We made what is so complex, plain. And the heavens will still ordain. See we can never stop the rain. But we can reach the clouds. Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground. But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light. To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight. We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty? But he made it all possible in our own galaxy. See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations. Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication. He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit. How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it. Cause its been said "Ye are all gods." And in our galaxy, we reign supreme. Against all odds!