** With the moon in my cup.
I look up.
And all the hurt in my heart
Ripples out in the dark.
Pain doesn't travel that far.
Or survive out of heart...
If the canopy spread wide above could catch my vibes,
Would it bend out of mercy?
Or repel all my cries?
I can't tell from my place, or the moon and its face,
I can't see a droplet out there,
Do they even care?
Each staring orb seems still as
My chest shakes
in its ache
for some sign to appear
But, oh, it's
A relief to know-
The Sustainer that placed the moon for reflection
And all the canopies layered high for protection
These creations feel nothing of my losses
Not one sigh will change their orbits and their courses
The One who Knows my pain,
Can Hold Up the galaxies,
me.
the tea.
My now
Overflowing cup.
There is Mercy
In these tears
So
Look up. Look up.
