Musings of a creative crackpot. Why does the sun always come up when I need a bit more sleep? Is it jealous of the things I dream? Wishing it could see what Ive seen, in my scattered, busy head, as I rest up in my bed. The sun, it hurts, it loved too much. Fell for the moon, without a touch. The stars whisper to each other, pass along poems from the sun. Keep them going to the moon so she can feel his lasting love. She reflects his light to share with all of us and he follows her around the world, never quite catching up. He burns for her so bright and his flames, they cant be beat. One day this universe will provide a way for them to meet. One day the universe will give them everything they need. No more gazing across the skies and space, the star crossed lovers will find their way, to each other, forever more. At the end of time, theyll be lonely no more.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Nov 2014 00:11:07 +0000
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