time: 12:37pm
music: yellow - coldplay
mood: complicated
ninth: this space is not just a place for stars
to parallel eyes,
beseeching the night sky for some celestial route
to a lost peace of hearts,
to her personal universe
the door into her soul.
somewhere, i am convinced,
"it is hidden", says she.
in the sight-lines of Mars,
under the ... gems,
burried in love.
and this darkness,
slowly sucking Pluto into meteoric fragments flowing;
always always flowing and lost in ghostly waves,
hence washing Neptune's hydrogen shores.
lost forever,
i wonder about these methane skies,
always, in wondering why.
While Jupiter was once her world,
revolving around and around their hearts,
Sunflowers, daisies and beautiful innocent days.
they said.
for shame!
shed some smoldering silver light on Uranus' everlastingly blue,
featureless sorrow crying amonial.
tears for a love forsaken before life's time.
was it not meant to be a measured concept?
compelling ? heartbreaking even?
for sure is to grief is to heal
on Moon we float
and scars to fade within the featureless black recesses of souls.
we are all searching for a singularity born in the merging of two satellites.
chasing the same ideals on venomous Mercury
wondering why it never occured to them,
to not have settled to meet on Venus instead.
