Pretend you’ve a past together
For we’re all made of the exact same starlight stuff
We share an ilk
We each have hopes
Pretend that time stood still on your best schoolday
That you mean to steal a kiss before the bus departs
That Summer is on the horizon
All is right and you can do no wrong
Why the sky wanted me as its muse
I cannot say
I’d not wish to betray its lifelong, headstrong whimsy?
In its own whirlwind of Days, I was its only constant?
Pressure, and I the soft voice that reduced the storm of it all?
Mercy, it contained and it wanted to rain upon me?
Surely it cannot be a great love for me. Or…can it be?
On the possibilities, I pretend to opine
But I cannot say
Though my breath be pained
Though all aches, I pray thusly
God, Thy will be done
I think The Earth is moving
It’s not where I Left It
When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom
I Knew never
Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School
Did you don Your cape then too
I promise god this
I’ll follow calm’s quiet cue
I’ll love what is Right