Is it truly vanity
to not settle for the mundane?
I want to drink the champagne stars
hold the Moon in my arms,
kiss the Sun in all his glory
have the Night fall in love with me.
You call me insane
for not wanting to be contained,
for wanting to swim in the sea
of the universe
for wanting to speak
the language of the cosmos.
Why should I have to explain
the need to slide down a rainbow,
for wanting to swallow planets whole
and become celestial,
that yearning to immerse myself
in all that is strange and wonderful.