“My mind eclipsed with love notes I wrote at night.”

I wrote my story in verses on these petals with sounded silences.

S-T-I-T-C-H your heart with tones of self love.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Somewhere while loving you, I forgot to love myself.

Its in you where i belong.

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

I build my empire with stars and words.

Define your steps with your success story.

My mind calls together for the wild and serene.

My soul no longer sings the same chorus.

Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.

She is a phenomenal woman, a red blood eclipsing moon, with wild and bright phases yet complete and beautiful.

He sighed. The clouds I can handle. But I can’t fight with an eclipse.

Occasionally, the sun is eclipsed by the body of a weeping human. Her tears make the soil harden and crust like the top of a burnt load of bread.

Dawn breaks and this heart breaks, too. Yet the sun continues to rise and this heart of mine knows only of the journey down, like an eclipse of the heart.

The earth together with its surrounding waters must in fact have such a shape as its shadow reveals, for its eclipses the moon with the arc of a perfect circle.

Women like you happen as often as the world witnesses eclipses, the way your fire burns and how much love your heart emits, can never be described in such ease and simple words.

I find I am constantly being encouraged to pluck out some one aspect of myself and present this as the meaningful whole, eclipsing or denying the other parts of self.