Linger in the garden of the skies.
Walk and stray down silken starry lanes.
Come and taste the nectar of the moon.
Come and see the sun's eternal bloom.
Try to fly among the nebulae.
Try to see the garden grow and raise,
worlds that have not yet received a name.

Hopeless desires
In a daydream nation of
Drunk stars and
Messed up scars
On each neck and for wrist
Aching by, each and every minute
Within a corner, not walking
Not looking, with
Starry eyes.

Rob was swimming
And floating in
His infinity pool
At sunset
Little does Rob
Know
Jupiter is raising.

As I stargaze
In my back yard
I see a rare
Thing.
Beside the great Dipper
There floats
In the night sky
Jupiter.

he looks into her eyes like an astronomer completely mesmorized by the constellations above
and mapping and plotting every crevice of her body

A model
Does a photo shoot
In the step of
Marble stair not knowing
Until she turns around
And seeing that she is in
deep space.

One of the hallucinations
I had when climbing
Everest
Was that I looked
In the daylight sky
And
I saw very bright stars
And Jupiter in the middle of the
Sky.

There in the night
There was a girl
Sitting on the crescent
Moon
To see the constellations
Better.
Don’t you wish
You can sit
On the moon to
See the Dipper.

As I look up
Into the stars
I see the sparkle of the eyes
Of the man who loved me
Of the man who nearly killed
My faith
And my being.
He will never ruin the
Stars for me.