what is the universe without the galaxies, what is the night without the moon, what is love without us

the moon and it's phases reveal-- a million galaxies,

celestial dreams that were never meant to be,

lovers and stars alike, wandering into eternities;

maybe, all of it, all of us, were more than just a possibility.

like planktons drifting under endless ice sleets--

or rain evaporating back to where the sun and sky breathe,

turning water into flames into snowflakes and dreams;

as if, all of it, all of us were made to believe.

the night turns to day when the moon falls asleep,

the stars fade away, but then there are heart beats,

and like everything was made to end in their own destiny--

all of it, all of us, will return to all of our memories.

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