She Who Loves the Stars
there was a link in between,
in her eyes, it was clearly seen.
the love and interest she have,
for those in night shine above.
i often see her on the green grass lie,
smiling and focused on the night sky.
she’ll then raise her hand as if reaching,
for the moon and stars continuously twinkling.
i remember when i met her under the moonlight,
her eyes were only fixated to the stars so bright,
“they’re friends.” she say. “ones listening to me.”
“moon, stars and the whole cosmos makes me feel less lonely.”
when she looked up, her eyes were sparkling.
she raise her hand, again they’re connecting.
and then, her story must start to flow.
as she says, cosmos will listen and she’ll glow.
must i be then another star for her?
though, not twinkling, i've always listened.
another night when we stayed together.
“i told the stars about another star,” she said then.
and for a moment, her eyes shifted on me.
“another star that shines so lovely.”
her hands always reaching held me and whispered,
“a star i can hold, a star where my stories are surely heard.”
she had always been in love with the cosmos.
she finds herself there whenever she’s lost.
so, i tried to look for her reason why.
i looked up and stared at the night sky.
there i can felt her hands holding mine.
brighter than ever, the stars shine.
closing my eyes the way she always did.
and i felt the universe hugging me with the loneliness i hid.
maybe then she is one of them now.
with that, i felt comfort somehow.
and with a smile on my lips, trembling almost.
i told the stars about her who loves the cosmos.
xii.v.xviii