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!