Hallucinate
"it's just another night," I reminded myself curling my legs upwards,closer to my heaving torso, while stuffing my flushed face into the crevice between both goosebump riddled knees
My eyes settled on a glimmering twinkle perched in the heavens as gloaming approached where the night sky darkened and stars could be seen unambiguously
as that same twinkle gallivanted through the carefully woven, silky arrays of violet and lilac that painted the empyrean, my eyes shamelessly accompanied it's every stir
a shooting, falling star. Well spoken Greek cosmologist, Ptolemy, imparted that out of mere curiosity, the heavenly gods occasionally peer down on the earth where moments like those some stars slip within the fractures of the spheres, resulting in receptive Gods listening to our humanistic desires. Others, like Jews and Christians, fathomed those gleaming streaks of light to be fallen angels or demons and souls of the lost.
Yet despite these well-known, profound beliefs I couldn't help but to define the phenomenon within the syllables of your name. No matter it be the remains of the damned or the indication of desires, everything it, the sky it roams, and the world it inhabits, begins and ends with you.
