i have learned to balance my legs like the precise swinging and swaying of a well maintained metronome
in fact, they could very well move on their own if i asked them to.
picking up the stars at the tip of my fingers, connecting the fainting lights at the black until i could form something good enough to at least imagine it real
or at least to make a good story about.
breathing in intervals as the skies would allow feet planted firmly solid, stuck on the ground i can only dance for now...
under the loudly singing roaring sea of starlight the half moon reaching out to call me back home i can only extend my arms to sign a silent promise
here in the dark prison of gravity the blackness of twilight taunts me soon o' little skywalker
the day will again come and hide my moonlight and yet all i can do is wait watch and practise--
**i can fly higher than this
thank you for reading! i'm still in a slump ;-; maybe i'll start posting old poems i haven't put here yet just as buffer but i do want to be active in poetry again since i'll be composing songs again too ._.
btw do you think this poem is optimistic or pessimistic?