There’s a billion stars in the sky
And only one moon.
It’s a gift to be alone,
But a price for solitude.

Prized is a blade of grass in a Dust Bowl,
I found it a fitting fame,
For raindrops love to kiss me
And leave me wondering my name.

I sowed your seed of adoration
To remove traces of ash,
I bit into you as a starving leech
When you tried to snap my neck.

You promised to always be there
Should chlorophyll reflect blue,
But what I’ve come to uncover
Is in the dust, not much remains true.

Reliance I’d learned to master,
You as my water source.
In our barren desert
Water is found, not searched for.

When rain left me parched,
And stars retreated to clouds,
I turned to you for a saving hand
And into the dust I fell.

I searched for your promised saving,
But found you turned to dust
And now all the dust had turned to rust
And clotted inside my lungs.

Black particles choke me,
I see you leave,
You run, embracing the Sun’s neck,
And I’m alone with lifeless dust,
My broken arms longing
For warmth to melt their cuffs.

There’s a billion stars,
And only one moon,
But that’s not the entity
I long to speak to.