shooting stars and falling worlds
you're made of stardust
ancient secrets
and i can see it glittering in your eyes
catching glimpses of the power we hold by our existence
pure forces of chaos
what more are we
and are we ever meant to reach
whatever it may be
isn't it beautiful enough to be a fractal of this endless space and time?
trails of clouds
breaking through this seeming nothingness
filled with the motion of an entire universe
every movement of your body a symphony of the cosmos
everything trailing into this exact moment
there is so much to it
i hold it tight
keeping it from slipping into the eternal abyss of the past behind us
leaving its marks on my skin
(burning)
to the songs that the planets sing
partitura
specks of melodies
scribbled illegibly
across whatever it is, that you hold out to me
(your trust, your hands, your time, that piece of paper i asked you for, a slice of mandarin)
(the taste so sweet, still sticking to my lips)
exploding like a pomegranate
with color, force and legitimation
i belong here
however long that may be
my sadness might never pass
i know this
but those little rays of sunlight
falling onto rustled bedsheets
they're worth waking up to, no?
