SATURNS RINGS

How comforting they are, 

the homesickness of Earth

makes me long for the density

of your ambered halo. 

Her voice bewitched me,

I am no longer grey and derealized, 

but a mortal being made new. 

A curious burning sensation 

that neither of us make light of. 

Are you not just a contagious sentiment? 

One who lives for a soul like mine? 

One to take, but take not many. 

Yearnment of your rings belonging to me, 

a sympathy so sweet and true. 

Both so blissfully unaware, 

two unknowingly made into one, 

humanized, moving, spirited. 

Two souls an unlikely likely pair

searching for the impact and pathetic validation.

A familiar tenderness,

your embrace overwhelming my senses

the moons in awe of your voice, 

muttering about the trials of committing. 

"Could it be so hard?" 

We could try our best, 

no one in the way but our very own selves, 

begging, open up to me, expand yourself. 

I wish to know you like the stars do. 

I know nothing but hurricanes,

the ones that expose at the core,

a whimper, 

"Without her I do not exist." 

I Am Nothing. 

- M.R.