there are constellations on her skin
and galaxies in her eyes
comets appear when she speaks
and there is a universe in her mind
asteroids fall when she takes a step
and the milky way bows in her wake
the sun and moon turn to watch
and orbiting stops for her sake
dimensions twist with her every word
and space itself grows still
they wish on her like a shooting star
with so many planets to fill
the simple astronomy of her life
is a metaphor that can't compare
to the story her sparkling eyes can hide
of a longing for love and care
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Poetrythis is gospel for the fallen ones locked away in permanent slumber assembling their philosophies with pieces of broken memories
