Student Poetry Compilation: “Stardust,” “The Sun and the Moon,” & “Gaia and the Sky”

Stardust

If it's true that some 13, 14 billion years ago

Everything inevitable to exist did implode, did throw-

Did cry out the entire atmosphere, sobbing out matter

That would scatter,

And disperse,

To create the very fabric of the universe,

If particles joined together in a waltz, together to unify

Into subatomic pieces, to tie

Atoms, into elements, into blackholes…

Into order and control.

If it's true that everything was poured out of an empty jar,

And if it’s true that our bodies are made up of fragments of fallen, crushed, little stars,

And every element within us once belonged to the sky,

Before they had to go to die,

If this all of this is true, though truly bizarre,

Then the two of them were made of dust from the same star

The Sun and the Moon

I loved you the same way the sun loves the moon:

Every day late afternoon,

The sun bleeds in golden multitude,

She crys out her eyes,

And uses it all to paint a watercolor sky.

She dies a little death every eve,

But never grieves,

For she loves the moon, and he is dependent on her for all his light,

And so every night,

The sun gives up the entire sky for the moon.

She illuminates him as he blooms

Like a crocus out of the snow,

And he glows.

I sacrificed myself for you just the same,

Burned out all my flames.

And if you had asked me to,

I would have given up the entire sky for you.

Bleeding and crying in watercolor, all to paint you a picture.

Gaia and the Sky

You are Gaia, and I am the sky.

And you and I met in the hurricane’s eye

The place where the sky and the earth are collapsed,

The sea is relaxed,

The place where body meets soul

But my chest is a supermassive blackhole

You are Gaia, for the Earth is grounded,

And I am the ever-changing sky, for my heart pounded,

Beated strait out of my skin and burst,

Leaving me coerced

Into lovelessness. 

At least, that's how I think it must have happened,

Because I must have lost my heart and

It must have snapped for me to have dropped your hand, for me to have let go,

And now you and I are strangers in the snow,

But even if you were frozen cold,

I should have given you my hand to hold,

Even if Gaia had frozen over, the sky should have rained fire,

And I should have been there to burn you back to life.