poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

twelve

time and space.

my very own illusion to recreate.

oh love, be my god.

help me rule,

give me love,

we can make this right.

we would look magnificent

in marble statues built with crowns

and a world to call our very own.

my darling,

you'd look so delightful

speaking to the mortals

who consider you their superior.

and i, my dear,

would stand and worship you

just like the rest.

my power equal to yours,

but i digress.

we'd look so lovely.

our stories told for centuries

as we dance among the stars

to the sound of music

created by those we breathed to life.