There he sits.
The moon is in the sky,
like clockwork.
His personality changed
from yesterday,
along with his clothes.
Tonight, he's draped in stars
and showing only a quarter
of his wonderful personality.
How humble he can be.
He's playing off the light
of the fireflies
like a violinist from a conductor.
Look at that...he's higher
than the shadow connected trees.
My old friend,
you have a flare for the dramatic.

We dance under the moon and stars
In a ballroom on planet Mars
He in a suit and bow
My gown draped down to my toe
The room is full with couples from across the  Galaxy

But he is the only one I see
His hands on my waist as they should be
And mine on his shoulders as count one-two-three
The song ends and I curtsy and smile
He kisses my hand and says I'll see you in a while

So, I sorta broke away,
colliding into the moon to prove
that you're my number one.
Wipe your tears because I'm here to
promise that I'll always be around,
if not,
I'm near you.

I waltzed with the sun
and mingled with the stars.
always behind bars on Mars,
trapped by your stun gun.
I was the center of galaxies,
oddly enough,
you were the black hole
and seized control
and you made me slip

down to Earth
I smacked my head
and you said,
"Try ******* off instead".

Tensions settle, stir
Slewing ink air into a blur
In the miraculous concord
Before the storm;
Ice hot and warm.

Lights in the skies glint
Not quite menacing, but a hint
In a grimacing, starry light
Mars is bright tonight.
Its bright, *tonight

Glide with the wind downward,
and pioneer the ****** dust
that's filled with opportunity,
or decay with the crust.

Rocky fruits, wait--unharvested,
while warriors, ready, stand.
Stopped fingers are on the trigger,
awaiting their command.

I'll tell you my dreams....
That of which will tell you where we are..
It was all a lie..
For millions of years we lived with a lie..
But the beginning was truly an ongoing situation..
It was mainly due to the fact that we were all dying..
Our race was dying..
It wasn't till we found the perfect place among the stars..
Our people constructed magnificent vessels that could traverse the stars..
The plan was simple..
Start all over....
With no memory of who we were..
There was a chance that we could possibly become extinct due to the fact that we may not be able to survive on the new planet..
But we found a way..
And we also found a way back to technology..
We found ways to get probes and satellites off the planet..
And then we finally made the leap off ourselves to this planets moon..
Now we want to venture toward Mars..
And when we finally get people on Mars they will discover the truth..
On what we did to our old Planet..
And the revenge it wants to take upon us...

We have ventured from the start
and lost sight and broken apart, but
there is a way to live without
hearing heartbeats as ticking clocks
shouting of times past;
we sat side by side through every class
and we’re not done learning. Our
gravestones are jettisoned from the shuttle,
floating there goes gravity but
even shadowed from the sun by so much,
we clutch at moons to make our own light
on our own planet. We
could keep going now,
could stop each other from falling
and keep marking our heights
against the wall even though
they stopped changing long ago
because we didn’t
and instead of accumulating
the weight of years and days
we could find a way to keep getting lighter
the farther we get from the beginning
we are finite
but there went gravity
cause of death: life

I’ve learned that in the morning
light is liquid, flowing golden,
and I’ve learned that in the ocean
every motion turns to fluid,
and fish glide, learn how birds fly,
and their eyes are always open.

I’ve learned that if you stand
in the belfry when the bells ring
you can hear them in your heart
like when she calls you and the phone sings.
And I’ve learned that when you’re hoping,
light is lighter, clearer, brighter
and I’ve heard that you can see it
with eyes open

We are done trying to piece
our hearts back together
with glass and glue each time
they shatter
because there is only so much
blood one can lose
and we are strong enough each
to reach for ourselves again and we
are strong enough to be friends
and to look at the sky and to know
that there is no race to fill up
all that space