𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ

𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 -15/6/21

15/6/2021

My arms I want to stretch and reach for the stars
capture one and cage it inside of my palms
design a cell with dainty fingers as prison bars
Implore it to lend some of its silver light to my soul,
so it can beam like the glittering orbs above,
make me one with the night sky,
and conceal me when the sun comes,
sway in-between planets and falling stars mourn,
let my wasted tears new constellations to form
until like a meteorite I burn
and to earth I once again return.