poem: night star

I need to speak

of how black the night

seems to me

without my north star

 

I want to scream

to the darkness

demand

that sun and moon

do not have to rise

divorced

from each other’s horizon

 

I wish to tell

the empty sky

of a time

when galaxies burst

from its edges

 

but the stars

are too far-flung

to hear me now

 

so I sit

reciting poems to the moon

 

and in the morning

I will smile to the sun

 

ever pretending

that the world will always turn

without its heart

Photo by Nacho Rochon on Unsplash

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