I do not look at the stars and think of the immensity of the universe.
I see them as quiet selfless guardians, the kind sisters I always wanted.
I am their sister, their daughter.

With eyes like a lunar eclipse, I stare at them and say "did you see that?"
As though the occurrences of my night were
their equivalent of a shooting star.

I hope they see all my smiles the size of galaxies,
Where my dimples have their own gravitational pull.
I hope they smile at the boys I show them
And remark about similar he looks to their dear friend, the man in the moon.
I hope they see the supernovas these boys inspire.

And I hope they see when my tears fall like meteors,
Leaving comet trails on my cheeks,
Or when I feel like there's a black hole developing in my chest
When my supernovas start to collapse.

I tell them the tales that they will connect into my constellations,
They will tell each other the stories that are the reasons for my shapes.

I do not look at the stars and think of the immensity of the universe.
I look at the stars and hope they are amazed by my personal immense universe.

it's okay to be sad.
it's just not okay to stay that way.

Sleep is a drug
people need sleep
but too much poisons the soul
When there is a world to see
to see a jumping tree
to believe in fantasy
cannot be done while asleep
So awake, awake when it is day
eat a berry, eat a grape
go out and discover
go find it go find it now
challenge your soul to live with lifted spirits

When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door



She wears a dress of embers

And begs to let her in

But I know better than that

And tearfully I sing



She left me at the alter

She left me alone to dance

She left me living her dreams

She left without a chance



When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door



I keep the door tight shut

The windows blocked and barred

I will not let that creature in

Though it leaves me scarred.



For she did not leave me truly

For her ghost still carries on

On nights when the moon shines brightly

You can hear her plaintive song



When the moon shines bright and lonesome

On the silent moors

Then my true love comes a visiting

Comes knocking at my door

Tears crumple to the ground
But so do the raindrops

And as you can't tell the difference
In which one is which

One soul gone
In a storm of millions
Would not ever seem amiss