# Celestial(ish) Poems By Royal S. **My Moon** When I can’t breathe, I will look at the moon. I know she does not look at me. She cannot see me or hear me. Still, I cannot help but reach out to her. Every night as I lie in a world of hatred. Rethinking thoughts over and over. I am a record broken by hatred. I reach for her again. ‘Please call for me’ I say. ‘Allow me to join you in the stars.’ ‘And dance where you dance’ ‘Allow me to paint myself in your colors’ I receive no answer. Same as every night. As I turn towards my bed, I see a star out of the corner of my eye. Flying gracefully from the sky. I sit at my window watching the star. It seems to be getting closer. Is this it? Is she finally calling for me? I reach my hand out once again, ‘Have you come for me? Has she finally heard me?’ I squeeze my eyes shut and hold my hand as high as I can. I wait… … … I start to feel a warmth embrace my very soul. I open my eyes slowly, and hesitantly. It was a woman Sleek shine and glimmering gold. A crown adorned her head. ‘Are you an angel?’ I asked. “No darling I am your star. Here to bring you back to your moon.” She said. ‘My moon? She hears me?’ My eyes widened and filled with tears. I was not alone. I was never alone. My moon was reaching for me always. the star offers her hand. I look at her as a glistening tear falls down my cheek. I place my hand gently in hers. And we fly. I am weightless I am free. I no longer feel heavy with hatred, Nor sorrow and pain. I look up at my moon and once again reach my hand out to her. I don’t expect her to reach back for me. But she does. Not how you think, It’s a feeling, and energy. She shares her soul with me. As I share mine with her. I will now dance among the gods And sing to the stars. For my moon has come for me. And I will be in bliss, still with time And filled with joy For the rest of our time. * * * **?** I cannot contain myself Not for joy But existence My mind is constantly wondering Not a moment without thought Inconceivable thought More of a feeling in my head A blur of color and emotion A secret lies inside Sealed so far away Yet still in sight. I can touch it Taste it Hear it I can feel its warmth in my chest Yet it is like it is not there I wish to this secret More than most Less than some It’s an itch i cannot reach Something I need to live but cannot have It is toying with me As I am lesser I am simply a game My head is a maze forever Everlasting torture but I enjoy it I was made for it I am made for this secret I am a canvas waiting for my painter I have no other purpose I cannot contain myself I wish to explode In a beautiful way My inside for all to view Then I will be understood That is is my purpose. I am inconceivable. I am my secret. * * * **Your sun** I wish to be more I am a physical abomination I want to flow I want to be nothing To only exist in the mind I am a force An energy A play of the light Yet I manage to effect To exist Like the sun Hydrogen Helium Carbon Nitrogen Oxygen Air Air that can kill Air that provides Air that is a necessity It is needed to survive By the billions The sun is acknowledged Daily it is praised For simply existing It is not something you can Touch Taste Hear Or smell An effect you cannot see But still it is more. I wish to be the sun. Acknowledged for my invisible impact.