The chair to the stars is an illusion
Poems about how much your star fire stirs up in my heavy heart
The chair to the stars that I had stood on to find you
Was an illusion
I stood longer than my whole existence and further than that, still I feel that sturdy enough frame and the legs that melded into my body
Crafted from the last remnants of the space rock that burst from the black blue gray space above,
It was only an illustration of how much we had, and how deeply it was felt
That chair still is in a blanket of green lit space, hiding in a bed of crystal Kingdom,
A long lost time that we had started with a single night time verse,
Don’t say good night,
Her mystic, pink balloon words tumble into heaven,
And tremble into the vortex of earth,
A supernovae blasts amongst the fringes of space, the chair still hovering,
And her eyes, milky sunny bright,
Cry frozen tears for a moment.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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It was so much fun!