i.

Telescopes and aurora-painted skies
became her moonlight sonata,
searching for the love she wished she could find
despite warnings that even if she spots
a falling star, it would only slip between her fingers
and stain the poinsettias red as it crash-landed
with an arpeggio into the garden

ii.

She wiped her face with lily petals each night
to wash away the sins the birds sang to her at sunrise,
chirped promises of following the stars to a land
where she could be free
where he would love her like they had an eternity
to connect their sprinkled freckles and make a map
to each others' lips while laying in the flowers,
love growing above the sun-kissed soil from
a heart-shaped seed

iii.

She combed midnight into her hair
and swallowed the moon so she could pull the sea
into her arms and whisper the waves to ripples
before crowning herself an ocean,
a reminder that though the world was vast,
she was connected to everything
and his love would sail to her someday
either by the heavens, the earth, or the drink

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A/N: This is one of my poems from Allpoetry, where I write as Viking.