Divided is the sky into the Northern and Southern Hemispheres, and often I wonder if we even see the same stars. I followed the exquisite celestial atlas - (I smiled at gods and bowed to goddesses, and as I ran across the moon Artemis read your name from my lips. I rode horses around the velvet sky and swam in moon-bathed rivers. Venus wanted to dance but I told her I was looking for you) - and it always led me back to you. I crave the butterfly touch of your hand, lying close together on a cloud, tracing asterisms in the infinite; yet, it seems the romance of the night is not one we will share. You will not love me like Aphrodite, but you will always be my lucida; the most luminous star in my constellation. And the rest of the stars? I think that they will spell out your name eternally, in a melancholy waltz of an interstellar love that can never align.
— every arrow formed by stars points me toward you
YOU ARE READING
to the stars who listen: poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry from a human heart to a human star. © 2016, lauren (images used are not mine unless stated otherwise, credits to original owners)
