I decided one day
as a child of no more than seven
that when I grow up
and have children of my own
I will name my first daughter
Celeste
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
My baby girl Celeste...
stardust shimmering in her black eyes
hair the color of red giants
Saturn's rings on her delicate fingers
comets coursing through her veins
constellations on her cheeks and collar bones
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
She will daydream too much
but her teachers will understand
that she does not belong in this world.
Her laugh will be as brilliant
as glowing nebulae
flowing purple silk
trillions of miles wide
floating in the void
bursting with new life
If you make her angry
she will turn you to ice
2.7 Kelvin
crystallize your tears
make your breath
freeze
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
But if she loves you
like she will love me
she'll never leave you
Because my Celeste loves you more
than the Sun loves the Earth
than black holes love the light
than galaxies love their stairs
and she'll love you until
the universe itself
stops
cold.
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
I decided one day
as a child of no more than seven
that when I grow up
and have children of my own
I will name my first daughter
Celeste
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
My baby girl Celeste...
stardust shimmering in her black eyes
hair the color of red giants
Saturn's rings on her delicate fingers
comets coursing through her veins
constellations on her cheeks and collar bones
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
She will daydream too much
but her teachers will understand
that she does not belong in this world.
Her laugh will be as brilliant
as glowing nebulae
flowing purple silk
trillions of miles wide
floating in the void
bursting with new life
If you make her angry
she will turn you to ice
2.7 Kelvin
crystallize your tears
make your breath
freeze
☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽ ☆ ☽
But if she loves you
like she will love me
she'll never leave you
Because my Celeste loves you more
than the Sun loves the Earth
than black holes love the light
than galaxies love their stairs
and she'll love you until
the universe itself
stops
cold.
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