Metamorphosis of Stardust

Wondering why you didn’t try harder?

To answer the call,

Show up against love at a doorstep,

Be completely unafraid of denial…

There are limits to some loves,

Bound in shadowy nooks and self-written scripts.

If they’re ever to be overcome,

It’s by the heroic courage,

Where all the tethering to Earths seem optional?

Like decisions made without sunken costs?

Intuitive impulses through the turnstile?

If forever should last and prove mountains bore giants,

Would we consider ourselves dwarven,

Or the inexplicable legacy of mythological happenstance?

What birthed us into these alloyed moments where faith meets foolishness?

What is worth to know where we began?

Wondering,

“If I had it all?”

While I was falling out of your sky,

Wondering,

i once asked the dark to answer me, and called the echo proof.

the pull, mistaken for promise. the shadow, mistaken for depth.

i knew you by reflection, and your fumbling, sewn-on hands

called me sun, but kept me dim. so i turned my face,

the overlap, the pause, then gap, love on tap - came through when i no longer had a thought to think, or you.

and just in time, i read the room: secondhand friends-to-lovers, sun-from-moon. something new took my eyes from you.

wings unclipped, loosened grip - off i went, a leaping fool.

truer love awaited, even more fated, not abdicated.

or maybe the virgo moon made the prior devastation overridden, overruled.

but that you, a bird itself, secretly escaped your own cage first,

to love another bird, possessively... the only way you knew how,