Moon,
a sole star woven,
immortalized as beauty,
grace,
tender,
by poets of all tongues.
for centuries, fondness for moon piped their pen to perfection
moon was a part of earth,
a part of ourselves,
it got drifted in space far too long ago,
though it journeyed throughout the galaxy, it found its way home.
Back to itself,
Back to earth,
Likewise i always find myself to you,
Under different galaxies,
Under different stars,
No matter how many faces worn,
Babel changed,
Bodies torn,
fates exchanged,
i befriend you,
My heart strings attached to you in face of conflict,
Be it tattered,
We'll begin under a new star.
I really believe in soul mates, past connections because i've had encounters where the person is familiar to me but i don't know the person at all.
