By Matthew J. Resendez
I once gazed at the stars
that floated in the eternal black sea
like fire flies withering in a jar.
I marveled before their endless majesty
the way they danced to eternity's melody
Imprisoned by gravity’s vast reservoir
Their perplexed stares fell upon me,
asking how can something be so small.
So they broke me, with their serenity,
slicing my belly and examining my
seeing the thousand tints of anguish and joy that resided in my soul.
They felt pity for me, and whispered
something that left me bewildered
the black sea will return
it is hungry and ready to purge.
Our time is borrowed,
sadly not leaving time for sorrow.
But that doesn’t mean tomorrow is lost .
We must look to the Sun
for it will always burn
to fight the night with its boundless bright.
Tomorrow might not happen
but yesterday surely did
a matchless still in a projector’s light
brink and you might miss it, but if you catch it smile
because its ours
You see the black sea only needs to feed
because its empty:
but we are not
We maybe temporary
but we happened, by God we happened