My words have lost their gravity fallen into outer space
wieghtless in the state they’re in.
Where in the world will I begin?
The alphabet drifts up into the night
to the stars, the moon, the milky way.
with capitals and lower case
letters align, spell out, display
then fly between the charcoaled space.
Barely percptible to the naked eye
locutions float ever high
comply across the midnight sky.
Commas, colons, comets
parenthesis and planets
quotes and quantum leaps of faith
out of reach, yet somehow safe.
Verses form in constellations
guide dreamers and schemers toward edifications
They seem to never end
beyond the moon, around each bend
dialogue written in astral stairs
oms echo through light years.
Tonight
I cannot find it in me to write.
My words have lost their gravity fallen into outer space.
wieghtless in the state they’re in.
This is where my work begins.
Wilde.Life 