you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
at them in this strange new range of feeling or is this
healing, perhaps i should be frightened but the night
i'm not fearful of; i have loved the stars too fondly to
be. we aren't star-crossed but for one simple moment
i felt a gravitational pull to the northwest; you guide
me and i confide that my stars tell me to let swell my
emotions, to let them grow before it's too late because
when their light reaches me they will already be only
supernovas; what happens when two stars collide? we
can decide to find out or doubt before we try. i'll give
you a hint; only one choice gives us the night to keep.
By ellen menzies
Labels: compassion, dark, dark poetry, deep, detached, emotional, free, helpless, inspiring, metaphor, mysterious, philosophy, poem, poetry, spilled ink
