home-like
—for moon.
a sky painted with all the colours my eyes love most
and clouds so lovely that my heart hurts;
i want to come home to you.
i am on my way to you —
with stories of my blue days, and
of my yellow ones.
i am on my way to you, oh dear sunset that i lovingly tucked in the
crevices of my heart and soul.
the sunset that aligns the stars for moonchildren;
the sunset that exists purely to embrace the lost, the in-betweens, the scared.
you are home.
you are my home.
the you that is simply overwhelming;
existing beautifully for beauty-loving eyes.
i am coming home to you.
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hey, i hope you are okay.
a bit different from the previous ones but nevertheless holds the same precious place in my heart. dear moon, you know who you are; this is for you.
YOU ARE READING
to make a home out of every sunset.
Poetrypoetry. ❝my eyes dance across the vast sky and land on the sun as it gloriously dives its way home to the welcoming embrace of the horizon; handing over the baton to the bewitching moon.❞
