#moondust
living bodies fluttering in the sky,
like stars that cease helplessly
to cross paths.
the gleaming bodies that light up
the eternal navy canvas.
thus when the scattered moon dusts
in the sky collided,
consuming eachothers,
they faded into the waves of darkness
of an eternal night.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
like the sky was feeling sad after the sun left
so the moon sprinkled little white gems and sparkles from moondust
to make the darkness feel lighter
©L.F.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
laying on my back
in that field,
the unending expanse so close
to my touch.
i reach up
and attempt to graze a star
with my fingertip,
but instead only emptiness
reaches me,
the cool nighttime air
swirling around my hand.
my arm lowers to my side again
and my sight flows
over the stars,
like scattered moondust
in the inky sky.
as they twinkle their way
into my soul,
into my being,
i notice
a solitary wisp of cloud
lingering before the moon,
dulling its details
but never its glow.
crickets chirp around me,
fireflies blink
and fade in and out of view,
dancing just above the grass.
the air is damp
and i am vaguely aware
of the water droplets
seeping through my blanket
and into my clothes.
i swear
i can almost see the lines
connecting each star
to form constellations.
i sigh,
stand up,
roll my blanket,
and make a promise to the night.
i will return.
-l.s.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Violence lingers in your eyes.
No wonder you can't sleep,
Soundly through the night.
Not will all the waste still floating in the sky.
A deadly chemical, when ignited.
A Super Nova on steroids.
Explosive and temperamental.
Don't get too excited,
Or you'll turn into a deadly weapon.
Still fixated on the darkest of nights.
Forgetting is easier said than done.
There's a flicker of light behind your eyes.
Let it burn bright.
Don't hold back,
The passion that thrives.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
Many moons,
have passed over my headpiece,
as you leave me behind,
in moondust & ashes each night,
You collect on the bookshelves,
I keep here,
collecting on hearts with your light,
dusting my world with your beauty,
diminutives in bits of the white,
This is not the end of the journey,
this a mere tiny part of the flight,
and I've not seen any more shiny,
or any star nearly as bright,
Though I am unable to see you now,
or touch your skin ever again,
or truly hear you with my ear,
I still miss you so my friend,
I know I cannot be near you now,
I cannot be where you are,
as you are but a twinkling light,
a brilliant & distant, star-
If it was not but for the moon dust,
my heart wouldn't,
be able to see you anymore either.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC