Welcome Pluto

I’ve no knack for hasty hesitance In truth, I positively press- Do you realize how aligned the planets are? How the stars—they shine brighter, Yes, I know it to be so! Why do you think my pupils enlarge at the sight of you? Can it be that when I look into your eyes, That I know, I know it to be so! That the planets have aligned long ago And they welcomed Pluto into their family again Kiss me, hold me tight! Don’t let the moon-dust frighten you… I carry them on my back, you see The remnants of the guardian’s tears They dispel my hallowed hesitancy You orbit around me A wasp, tempted by sweet, supple bloom And my shady colors have beckoned all but one If it is your sting I will receive, Then give it all, Sun! For many a time have I been welcomed to spheres no longer categorized as the norm Still I find the farther I go, the warmer I become Pluto, take your eyes out of dreamland Kiss me, hold me tight! Be my moon shining in your dim-admired light Posh are your assumptions, oh privileged planet Welcomed to your family, I took mystery for granted And pressed hard on my hesitancy to accept Into pupil-filled eyes that have long since…. Wept