We saw two different night skies
Under the same moon
We looked at the same star
But wished for different things
You saw what science calls the night sky
A “galaxy”
Fact
Lines
Numbers
And precision
Spilled from your lips
I thought I was talking to Galileo himself
I saw what art calls the night sky
A “brilliance and wonder”
Twirls of yellow and blue
Danced in my eyes
I saw bright wonders
Held in secrets
Hidden in the carters of the moon
I saw Van Gogh’s starry night
I saw wonder
You saw thought
Maybe that’s why
We both fought
You dictated facts
I dictated imagination
You were science
And I was art
But we smashed into each other
Causing another galaxy to form
Where art and science
Did not belong
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
We saw two different night skies
Under the same moon
We looked at the same star
But wished for different things
You saw what science calls the night sky
A “galaxy”
Fact
Lines
Numbers
And precision
Spilled from your lips
I thought I was talking to Galileo himself
I saw what art calls the night sky
A “brilliance and wonder”
Twirls of yellow and blue
Danced in my eyes
I saw bright wonders
Held in secrets
Hidden in the carters of the moon
I saw Van Gogh’s starry night
I saw wonder
You saw thought
Maybe that’s why
We both fought
You dictated facts
I dictated imagination
You were science
And I was art
But we smashed into each other
Causing another galaxy to form
Where art and science
Did not belong
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