the polymerization of nebulae within;
and though the sun has yet to rise
and the wishes yet to fall
the planets in your eyes never cease
do you suppose the planets above
are in love with the stars?
that love is something the heavens are barren of
seems improbable to me thus far
i can't break out of my orbit around you
you are truly the center of my world;
((if they could,
then would the planets feel this too?))
i wonder if galileo had ever felt this
did his heart beat fast as he gazed at the skies?
because this feeling seems like too much to miss-
and there is no more room for logic,
for "how's" or "why's."
you put on your cassiopeia crown
and don orion's belt-
i pale in comparison to you,
but to you i am bound.
i love you,
though you're so far from me now
do my broken thoughts get through
or is it just a vacuum i'm talking to?