tonight i saw a shooting star 
gleam through a gate of two 
stars protecting a waxing 
cancer crescent moon
adjacent to orions belt
i stumbled at my door
my keys misskiss the lock
mistook for i dont care

i thought of you and if i could
paint or chisel or make 
a giant orb, a stele of navy blue
moonface balancing stars strung libran
rocking a venus over 
all earth & every person’s silence
the only string my mind can conjure
white-loose akin to the haunted goodbye 
in portrait form left in my scribblenauts

- feb. 17 2013