hanging high,
the moon and all it's friends
came to play.
whistling songs of dreamers
reciting songs of love
singing my name
yet, I could not sleep under their skies
I couldn not sleep through their songs
I was alone
and they had each other.
they sang lullabies but my ears heard the rushing of water
sometimes fizzing like soda
or a radio signal out of tune
never quite catching the frequency of friendship or love
out of touch
out of connection
and like an amateur acrobat
out of balance
out of shape
constantly
falling
falling
falling
without being caught...
I'm not a heavenly particle
my soul is too heavy
gravity pulls me down
and their spirits has holes.
I fall through love,
I land on pavements and.
watch the stars dance with the moon
above me.
forever wistful.
forever yearning.
here,
below,
laying low.
Love, like gravity pulls me down.
always...

© Dee.M💕