I still sit on the moon
fishing for stars
to place them among the playgrounds the constellations form.
I am still lingering in the sky
waiting for shooting stars to drive by so I can catch a ride back home to the sun.
on the drive home I look up
I act like I am a earth dweller
waiting to see a sky full of stars but no I was looking for were all secrets the land livers send to clouds go
I have heard tall tales about where but I will never quite know where mine went because now my wish is now a reality.
©sadpoet
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