Day 257: Sun and Moon

she says

i don't write enough happy poems

worries that my insides are darker than this skin

these nights

lately

i find myself re-sowing seeds of fear into heartbeat

trying to transcribe something more fitting to lull her to sleep

there is only blood and tears left at my feet

but i'm trying

beautiful, i promise

there's a silver lining coming in the distance

the horizon is starting to set itself on fire

and from here

it almost looks like a sunrise

some nights

i think we look like a sunrise too

you

and me

beautiful, we are like the solar system

keeping each other in orbit

motion

the moon and the sun

learning to love the other in their absence

i've heard stories of the beauty of our kiss

turning day time

twilight

eclipse

but during the darkness

im hoping you see

that the night of the horizon

doesn't reflect the core of the rising sun

all i'm trying to say is

there is a smile coming soon, beautiful

there are poems holding laughter

somewhere within me

just waiting to burst through my cement ribcage

so promise me

that you'll let the silver lining be enough until its time for apocalypse mornings

till the sun shines too bright that we cant do anything but wait for the moon to receive her

till its eclipse again

and we turn supernova within each other

just wait

beautiful

just wait