Morning Sun Midnight Rain

Every morning, I open the curtain
Hoping for some sun to pour in
Some days, I get a shining radiance
That gives a majestic illusion of permanance
Only to have it take a break
Almost exactly the very next day
When the clouds roll in and the rain pours down
Thunder roars, lightning flashes all around
It showers the city with acid and carbon
Melting away concrete that took weeks to harden
I watch as the city slowly fades
Into the sillhouette that was once my escape
A place containing many a memory
That I’ve recorded in ink and written down as history
Awaiting in silence for the sun
To sing its song of frivol and fun
To dry up the gloom of humid rain
To illuminate the paths that few dare to take
To warm the frozen hearts that roam
Around this street without a soul
To shed some light on the lack of humanity
That takes place in this atrocity of a city
Maybe the sun will shine again
Well, it will… but who knows when…

MG

A Star is Born

Sometimes
The Sun and Moon
collide
so that
a star
can be
born
~MG~

Stars are made when particles are compressed, pushed together, causing chemical reactions and increasing temperatures as kinetic energy escalates. It can be a violent process where the energy pushes against each other with so much force that they are magnetically pulled together. Gravity keeps the pressure on, staying grounded generates more and more heat. The young star gets hotter, brighter, and reaches an intensity where eventually they fuse together, releasing massive amounts of energy. (Information here)

Voila, a star is born.

The sun and the moon collided — our physical selves, polar opposites on the surface — so that a star could be born.

That star is the love that exploded out of us pushing against each other after being brought together. That star, is soul.

It was always about soul, darling.

Because soul.

M.G.

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