woeful mantle
Celestial bodies cradle the dark,
as streams of color dart through the space.
A speck of light, a bright, tiny spark,
which, from afar, may seem out of place.
But close, where it is warm and bold,
there is a silence where stories are told.
Time is a concept, it is never too late
to gaze at the stars, to view love's weight.
It is never quiet,
but in actions and not words.
Love—the sky conveys it,
but you only see if you've learned.
The twinkling of stars is never too far,
actions of care portrayed as they are—
understanding love is never out of reach,
and to you,
sweet moon,
my heart is what i will teach.
🌙
polar pelican
lusty locust