why do i feel so small
when i look up into the sky and see the stars?

there are so many of them,
they take my breath away

i can't help but realize, with a sad smile,
how insignificant

my life
really is

to be honest,
it's somewhat relieving

and reassuring
to see all those stars up there

to remember that we are all
just a speck of dust

even less,
perhaps

in this universe
that we call our own

and that if we were to fade away
the universe would still persist

At midnight
The moon is just
At the horizon
As if touching nagara falls
A goth girl watches
This splender.

Shine bright like a diamond
Like the diamonds in
The Dipper
Like the diamonds in
Black velvet

As I see the
Sun sets
In the summers eve
I get excited
For I
Get to see many patterned
Diamonds
In the North
The great Dipper.

In the eyes of the Sun,
Amidst the grey clouds,
May he see the Moon that shines,
Heaven, oh divine,
Under the cascade of stars,
Night of our past,
Great beauty of the sky,
Right, as we may deny,
Youth is never a smile.

Two halves of soul twining under moon's wane,
Out to seek freedom from pain,
Becomes one who the stars reach to;
A stable sense of self anew.
One who gazes in the hours of witch,
A shadow in the midnight pitch;
Chaos that found peace in the calm of night,
A void that has finally been filled with light.

Look at the river and how it bends
It peaceful there
And beautiful too.
This green and pleasant place
Sedates me and I like it.

I could sit for hours and think quietly
Sometimes the sounds,
The thick urban screams
Are too much.
I prefer the quiet, the softness
Of the removed, the unreachable.

I need not travel to see the stars,
For they come to me.
They greet me lovingly
And I’m happy to see them.
I feel so small in their gaze,
Protected by my own
insignificance.  

Some people are like stars
But get too close and they burn.
That’s why I like the quiet places
Love on my own in empty spaces.

Sometimes I try
To feel the Earth spinning,

As if by **** so I could pirouette,
Motionless,
An axial marionette,

In retrograde
Against the revolutions of the globe,

In hopes that doing so
Might somehow bring us

                                    Whirling

             ­                Twirling

                                            Closer­

So close

          Yet so far!

As in that moment
When our mutual Star
Once shot blazing across the sky

               Or was it always right before our eyes?
               And aye! How often has it passed between us,
               This fiery arrow, this secret messenger
               Flying from you to me, from me to you ⸺
               To and fro! How many times didn't we know?
               And all this time, was it trying to bring us
               Zigzagging into each other's orbit,
               Guiding us at last into the rhythm of this dance,
               This unlikely constellation

                                   Of two souls,

                                                        ­ A Star,

                                               And happenstance?