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


that sun and moon

do not have to rise


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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