stars

the sun
was
busy making the
moon

so i
decided
to go under
my sheets
and

break into
stardust.

Rain

Shall I compare you to a rainy day?
You are more thunderous and wet
with misery, giving turbulent winds a way,
Reminiscence of the time we met,
Sometimes too noisy for the eager ear,
And often making the landscape dreary,
Always gray and too much to bear,
Exploring and exploiting the confused and weary,
But your eternal excitement will never fade,
Nor the smile you put on my face will die,
For you’ll be the broken star to whom I prayed,
Leaving behind a trail of stardust in that rainy sky,
So long as your heart can see what’s essential & right,
So long lives this, and you, and your yellow light.

All the pretty smiles

all the pretty smiles,
and heads held high
they were
rotting away
in the bright texan sun

drowning themselves
in the ocean
of endless
insecurities

they were made of
star dust
and magic

magic, that
sadly
was only
visible to my eyes

If only they had believed me.

Star dust

at the
end of the day

we are all just
star dust
reflecting star light
from our eyes

that slowly
escapes
from our cracks

and
shines through.