a car on a warm summer night
is possibly the safest place on earth
i spill my heart to you
as lavender paint strokes
decorate the sky like
a masterpiece in the louvre
the sun that sets slowly
on our waking hours
takes away more and more
of his golden light
while i wish it would last longer
the moon knows all my secrets
your shining light creeps
onto my skin through
the window frame,
rolled down to let
the cool breeze flow through
this sanctuary
“artemis”
i speak
“i’ve missed you, my moon
why must you go
and stay for such a short time?”
“i’m sorry, my child”
she whispers to me
through her beams of security
“but i am here now
what is troubling your heart?
i feel its pain”
“well,
my love here on earth
they must leave me too
and someday they won’t
come back
and that day hasn’t come yet
but i know it will.”
“how can you be so sure?
to consider someone your love
is a force too powerful
to be ignored
it simply must be
or it hurts both hearts.”
“i cannot feel their heart
whenever i try to,
they build a wall of thorns
so i cannot reach it
and the thorns on their heart
***** my own
and it cries through my eyes
which tears you shine on.”
“don’t cry, my child
with every wound
time heals
love of any kind
can prevent another
bruise
or scrape
or stab
and their thorns will soon
wilt and die
giving you the chance
to heal them too.”
“your brother peaks over the horizon,”
i say
it’s time that you must go.”
“please remember, my child
that your heart is your own
and no amount of thorns
will ever constrict
its ability to
love.”
the moon is my mother
and her stars are my brothers.