Waiting on My Pink Moon

Waiting on My Pink Moon

dawn rose, stole my stoic grin –
still breath, beneath a clouded moon
once upon a time, I believed

when stardust kissed my sighs,
and the sun told me how lovely it was,
but angels fell as meteors

a caged up heart began to shrink;
once upon a blooming universe –
I sat beneath the raining waves
dreaming of galaxies where I belonged,
and talking planets healed

yet, as colors from a black hole
sank deeply into my ether –
spiral galaxies whispered quantumly,
Still believe 

dusk unfurled, scratching down my gladiator teeth
tearing a lavish frown,
into the trails of a shooting star,
I clipped my wings –
rising on a pink moon