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Astronomical Poetry Like the night, sometimes I can be so dark.
No longer aqua but a deep royal blue I become almost purple.
I am just another human life waiting to settle amidst coral and amber.
I occupy a parcel on this pinwheel in the cosmos.
It is my little evanescent moment in time.
My existence, believes in some absurd supremacy.
However, like you, I am so raw and delicate.
As if, a small violet jewel hidden beneath the earth.
If you unearth me, caress me gently.
As I slip dangerously along thin boundaries.
I am suspended and enchanted, in gracious beauty.
I am naked, with eyes closed like a newborn babe.
Invariably with my mind shut in flawed imperfection.
This is my fragile rapture; it infuses me with my bittersweet ecstasy.
Thus our independent lives, entwine.
Each forever altered by that which inhabits the ephemeral upheaval.
Low the sweet intoxication of feeling.
But we wish to be more to become as if quick silver.
We are dreaming while we wish on the stars as they wash their silver light through our souls.
We are silver and precious as forever, our silver brighter so that now we are as reflective as the moon.
Once we find our inner light, we become strands of silver-white moonlight lighting up the darkest night.
