I’m trapped in a valley between mountains.
Crying stars let me drown.
And I know everything I want.
Destined to be.
Will be on the other side.
But I can’t move mountains.
I can’t shift tectonic plates.
M.P.Yasmine
Your Eyes
In my dreams dream.
Dream.
Or even deeper.
Limbo.
My eyes could catch a million stars.
Let galaxies collide.
Your eyes could move mountains.
Shifting tectonic plates.
M.P.Yasmine
Shooting Stars
On a hot August summer night.
Not an airplane or satellite in sight.
Time is the only thing that flies.
While watching shooting beams of light.
M.P.Yasmine
Ours
We leave behind the sunny hours.
The evening arrives in a gentle hurry.
Stars may appear at the sky and even in your eyes.
The moon is watching over us.
Keeping us safe and in melancholic light.
All belonging to nature but tonight it is ours.
M.P.Yasmine
Universe
Sometimes the moon hits me on my face.
While clouds smother me.
Shooting stars scratch my itchy skin.
And being present on Earth kills me.
M.P.Yasmine
Meteor shower
”Watching shooting stars with my son in the middle of the night.
Whispering about them and life.
To me, is life.”
M.P.Yasmine
Time
Stars hide on gloomy nights.
Clouds equal time.
Through the hours.
Shining lights.