Hatful of stars

 

I wear a hat full of stars,

cloak myself in a cape of moonlight,

I whisper to the sky, as the

orbiting satellite whispers back.

I wear a shirt of midnight,

and jeans of twilight,

my shoes padded with dreams

and I bound so high.

 

I walk on words,

no longer eggshell shards,

I hold my heart in my hands,

and I share every part.

I give my hopes and dreams

gifted on paper boats

sailing the moonbeams.

You see, I speak in truth,

seeking love

in this humanity

that so often chooses to hate.

Whilst carpeting my flaws

to make them easier to navigate.

 

And I wear my

hat full of stars,

my head in the clouds.

I bound onto the stage,

my voice clear and proud.

I dance with my words,

for they speak

in shades of

sky blue,

and my truth

is that I wish

to dance with you.

 

And as my feet twirl

across starburst light,

and I hold my words

awaiting the moment that sits right.

When the tick that follows the tock

clicks into place

and the chimes erupt

in beautiful grace.

I hold my heart out to you.

To place in your hands

a piece of me that lives in truth,

and I’ll wear a hatful of stars

wishing for your hand to land in mine.

So that we can explore this space,

one star at a time.