A moment for the moon
half-dipped in midnight
A soft sigh escapes
embellished with stars
as it crawls back
into your atmosphere
holding in its center
a small whisper of
an outstretched hand

I don’t have the unearthly craving
That’s many souls hold dearly
Maybe I’m in need of saving?
Or maybe it’s there merely

The search for the moon and stars
The wonders in someone’s heart
Not for another because of scars
But for the peacefulness of the true art

The trauma that’s unfolded
The scars at what’s lost
The drama that would’ve been avoided
Left me with a hefty cost

Now I watch the craving take someone else
Good luck with what you’ve been dealt

the stars speak to me
tiny glimmers of hope dotted across the
vast abyss of darkness
for they burn for millions of years,
yet light up not a fraction of the sky
but they persevere!
they persevere for the one who might find solace in their glow.
lighting up even one person's life
is reason enough to keep going
to keep living

I sat,
spliff lit like a tiny sun in my hand,
and looked up.

To the stars,
to the void,
to the hush that hums behind silence.

And I asked —

In all of this,
this chaos and order,
this pain and pulse…

Am I not all that?

Wasn’t I born of stars?
A flicker from the great ignition,
dressed in skin,
asking questions fire once whispered to stone?

I’m not watching the universe —
I’m remembering it.
Living it.
I am it.

And you —
you reading this —
you are too.

Every purest element in life reminds me of you
cause I know you feel the magic too
The moon, stars, warmth of a gentle sun
sound of the wind, trees
those special spots in the forest where we run.

L.C.

She's deep, poetic
Of Chaos, she was born
Ancient words, a thousand lifetimes
Forever she'll yearn
For perfection that she's always known
She watches from afar, from the darkness,
Her hair glistens with light as she sits on the throne.
Her hands never tremble, her eyes always closed
She's the Night, and immortal she'll stay

Forever remains
Forever unbothered
Draws blood when the character breaks
In her play, the actors are us
And she'll always be watching
Her eyes are the
Stars.

I search for you
in the stars,
in the shimmer between planets,
in the way moonlight
folds itself across empty sheets
like a question that never needed an answer.

I lie awake at night,
staring at the sky,
as if the constellations
might shape the contours
of a presence I once knew,
as if the hush between stars
could hold a trace of your breath.

I search in the shadows
With reverence
behind each heartbeat,
each flicker of thought,
that still hums through the bones.

You're in the pulse
of every breath,
the sacred stillness
between inhale and exhale,
a quiet echo
threading itself
through the silence.

But the absence
is its own kind of presence
a hollow that holds,
a sky that listens,
and still,
I search,
as if finding you
would not complete me,
but remind me
of who I’ve always been.

And I keep searching,
in the soft spaces
of breath and shadow,
not out of need,
but because something in the stars
still speaks in your language.