"In all the celestial bodies out there whose love story is your favorite?" She asks him.

He looks at her with curiosity, urging her to continue talking.

"Mine is the earth and the moon and I think yours is the sun and the earth. I just think it's amazing for the moon to stay in the Earth's orbit despite being just an extended light. The only thing that keeps the moon holding on is the mutual gravitational attraction. And if that's gone the moon will probably fall and break. It's a one sided love not much of a love story but for the moon it is. The moon is so strong for it to stay knowing she's just a cheaper version of something, knowing she gives the earth light only when the sun is out."

"Why do I feel like the moon envies the sun?" He chuckled and as he continues to speak the facade of his face now turning more serious.

"Don't you think it's the sun who should be envious? For it's the moon who's more in control of the earth. Tides are caused by the moon and the sun, but it has always been more influenced by the moon for it is much closer. The moon has more influenced to whatever the earth feels if it's high or low, it all depends on her."

She does not know how to respond to his surprising reply but she finally says,

"But the moon just confuses the Earth."

"How could you possibly know are you "Earth"?"

"No..."

"But i know for I am the moon and I wish that mutual gravitational attraction will never be gone just so no matter how far you wander you will always end up in my arms, because I will always be here" she thought to herself but instead of saying it out loud she just smiled and pointed out the kid who just fell and suddenly it was just another day.

(K.Cross)

A perfect time to be together
To gather and imbibe honeysuckle nectar
Walking the woodland edge in the
company of kindred spirits
Whitetail's keenly observe every action
from young pine thickets
North winds crackle dry brush , bronze
fieldrows rush through my every vessel
Dove gather along the power lines as
piedmont sun begins to settle
Tall shadows with bobwhites imploring the rise
of the moon along the terra cotta horizon

Cars wait their turn at the crossroads
The Taco Bellians stand in line
One dark cloud on a beautiful day
dances by
The chickens gather at the sound of
a bag as its opened
I'm garnering the courage to blend
with the breeze , lie beneath evergreens ,
camouflaged in sweet invisibility
Hoping* ...

Momma says stop
Crying it won't help
Yet at times
I find myself even when
To pause and stop
Only to let the rest of my tears
Roll down my eyes
Knowing you push me away
For her

For ur eyes
I wasn't good enough
Not even my hair
Or any features of Me
Made you wonder wow
Shes unique
Well in actuality you just
Label me as a freak

Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray
Do what makes you happy they say

Poetry is joy , joy should give a US dollar
Homeless poet written on my collar

Then be a scholar
Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray