And I shall leap from star to star
Bounding through depths of ink spills
And silvery spiderweb strands shall trail behind me
Attaching my wandering soul to the next one
And as you slowly shatter my heart
I shall dip the pieces in gold
And scatter them throughout this celestial realm
So that they fall upon my spiderwebs
Like snowflakes nestling on eyelashes
And the universe will be an abyss
Of golden shards residing on moonbeams like pixies
And people shall think they are stars
And when I finally fathom the last constellation
I shall forget you
And I will only tell the moon of my ecstasies
YOU ARE READING
Written in the Wondering State
Poetry"If we exist only to someday cease, Who are we here to please? These drops of life we continue to seize; Do they make us thieves?" If poetry is constantly spilling out of me like ink upon the parchment of an aspiring writer, then why not write it al...
