On Shooting Stars
Photograph By: Atahan Demir
loving you
aches
even without expectation
or need
intangible you
have me
staring at charcoal skies
in
anticipation
unable to look away
long after you've faded
i was never one for shooting stars
the moon guided my heart's will
and i know
the temperament of light
that swells my own
but you
intangible you
have me grasping at the wind
for your evanescent scent
restless and calm
senses untamed
heightened
incurable
wildness
scouring
for reasons to be afraid
and
i am
but only until the sun sets again
and everything reeks of jasmine
night crawls in
whispering invitations
to meet
the sky's gaze
with
my own.
Awareness is medicine. Until next time, be like water my friends…reflect and flow.
Have you ever had an unrequited love?
If so, what is your story of that experience and how did it help shape the narrative of how you love?
What makes you feel passionately chosen?
Does feeling chosen by others impact your relationship with self? If so, how?
What is the temperament of light that swells your own?
