If the sun is the crown of the earth,
Pridefully raising life,
From the comfort stillness of sleep,
Then I am a second born moon-
No heir to the throne.
I slip by the day sky like jealousy,
To only move oceans as teardrops,
Aching from a dream.
Written July 9th, 2016. Read a
notebook of mine and fell in love with a few oldies.