ungrounded existence. (collab with Star)

As strange as this February night is—it’s ripe with kindness,
the moon is tucked away behind our longing. There is an
unruly warmth radiating from the visible cracks in the veiled sky,
do you think we can attribute the pale light of the night to the
littered stars—do you take it as a sign that our dreams have
come to take root?

The memories are already fractured, and you watch me seep
through. I leave a trail behind just in case you might follow me.
The night speaks of coziness, so you make your way to the
hindered lights behind the vanilla scented clouds, tracing
constellations, seeking a parallel universe—
where our dreams are no longer on hold.

The wind washes away the fragments of the past from the wounds,
in this moment—there is momentum in breath, and I take respite
in the fact that, I am alive, buzzing with hope, with warmth,
with poetry that nudges me forward, how else would I cope with
the infiniteness of our existence? I find solace knowing our
collarbones were once the wings of an angel,
there is something holy in us all.

Words fail to describe our existence, so the universe takes a stance.
Now the void no longer feels empty, and we don’t need gravity
to hold us down. We’re made weightless the moment we let go
of fear—unearthing what we always left hidden.

Collab with Star https://www.poems-and-quotes.com/poets/507201