I took the paints of my fractured pallet and spread them.
I splattered & mixed & even invented some shades no one had seen yet.
I made the sunrise the ocean
and turned the sun into the moon.
I even took the stars from the sky
and made them think they were fireflies too.
I took the West and flipped it East.
I took away the hunger of the Dead Sea and gave it some fish to feast.
I took the North and made it South.
& soon they all became one.
This all was a plan.
Yes, I knew what I had done;
For after the surroundings shifted,
there you were standing before me under a moon that thought it was the sun.
(As the stars danced around us in the day at night
& the fireflies fluttered in the space above us
looking for the light of one another to guide
and hold so tight.)