Here I still float,
In a void of space.
Cold and still watching,
From the same distant place.
I drift around aimless,
But guided by the pulls,
Of a wanting to be held,
In the gravity of loves flow.
I see them look up,
Sometimes upon me.
Often looking past,
It's the stars that they see.
Yet little do these wonders,
Of life down below,
Realize I see similar,
Sorts of twinkles and glows.
Occasionally I spot one,
A love I yearn for.
Such a gentle sweet kindness,
From them, freely pours.
Always steadfast,
Locked down in place.
Of a different cosmic object,
And not to mingle in my fate.
I know I can't crash,
Myself into their world.
So silently I'll drift...
In my slow solitary twirl...
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 6:54 PM UTC
Here I still float,
In a void of space.
Cold and still watching,
From the same distant place.
I drift around aimless,
But guided by the pulls,
Of a wanting to be held,
In the gravity of loves flow.
I see them look up,
Sometimes upon me.
Often looking past,
It's the stars that they see.
Yet little do these wonders,
Of life down below,
Realize I see similar,
Sorts of twinkles and glows.
Occasionally I spot one,
A love I yearn for.
Such a gentle sweet kindness,
From them, freely pours.
Always steadfast,
Locked down in place.
Of a different cosmic object,
And not to mingle in my fate.
I know I can't crash,
Myself into their world.
So silently I'll drift...
In my slow solitary twirl...
A continuation of "Being Moonman"
