Until the Moon Apologizes
I am dipping into these soupy stars
with my little celestial ladle.
New born stars rest while
being rocked lightly in the cradle.
I want to experience every new stars song,
I want it to blow me away--
I want to wear their song like a sweater,
and have it stitched into the fabric of my day.
Makes me want to ride the breeze
above these primitive prizes...
and drift off on a brief eclipse
until the moon apologizes.
Farewell to the passion,
the moon, the diamond wine.
Hello to my future,
you're mine, all mine!
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