To, Arcas

February 11, 2018

To, Arcas

We dreamed up a place called quiet nebula,

It was here I asked you about the stars

And you told me how you wept for Callisto

Calling for her, you pleaded she be set free

And she never was and you never were

Forever stuck to skies

Painted yellow you looked content

But really you were grounded grey

Not a light for miles but a sad existence

So when I found you, ready to leave

I asked you about the stars

And you told me how you wept for purpose

For more than just the gods and celestial bodies

And I told you

“There is more to life than the darkness.

Don’t you remember me?

Remember the days you asked me about the sun

And how I told you

The rays would beam down and fill this world with life.”

And you looked at me, and you knew.

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