once i reached for the Moon,

 

fishing pole in hand,

 

i grabbed for it

 

and grasped-

 

DESPERATE

 

To catch a scale of Approval.

 

Yet i missed,

 

And fell

     .

     .

     .

 

An Icarus

 

broken wings and dreams.

 

But I was Caught--

-

-

-

By a pillow of Stars

 

Who loved Me and held Me

Though I still longed for the    cold   and    empty             moon.