BEFORE THE STORM

LUCID DAYDREAMS

your inspired eyes tell a story
as old as time;
so full of life, so ever brightly they shine.
these falling stars harmonize their poised lullaby
and hearten the night sky
with a million blazing gemstones.

our sun smiles cordially over the horizon;
the moon comes crawling from the shadows
to whisper a silent goodnight,
but what would we do
if valiant sunlight fell through
and the somber midnight sky split in two?

what if our planets drifted away
and native stars found new homes
in an alien galaxy's embrace?
my dear, before clouds turn into stone
and mountains dissolve into clay,
look at me.

let me bring my telescope to light;
gaze into my halcyon eyes
and grant me your whole universe.
release the hand i extended past sea and land,
let the wind sing its last symphony
and in its wake leave stardust behind.

once melancholic tears from above begin to wane
and a sole bittersweet echo remains,
the earth must evangelize to itself
about fate and grievance,
for one day the angels might cease their weeping
and a new sky will be born again.