My Universe

An angel to the night sky.

With wings that could lift me high above the horizon, thousands of feet in the air. Where I could watch

as the sunset touches the dark blue waves, and as the tide begins to come up and wash between toes, I'll

think to myself. ''The world is alive down there''. With tiny children and their parents watching as the

day breaks, they relish in their quality time. As they love one another, fully and completely, because

that's what they were taught when they were little by people who never truly lived to the extent that

they could. By people who thought that love was the key to ever lasting happiness. But I think

myself 'It's much more alive up here.' As the constellations line up, their silhouettes show me pictures

shining with thousands of beautiful colors, colors that I'm lucky enough to see. Thousands of galaxies,

that must seem so small down there come to life and take shape, under a moon filled sky. I'm unbound,

by this once daunting universe that now welcomes me with its embrace. Which smiles for me every

night, as I tread the water it reflects upon. And then leaves me for just a day, to once again watch the

world below flood with life and ignorance. Dancing to their fluctuating music, hand in hands and

sometimes hips on hips. And in the absence of my universe, I find myself wishing I could too find

happiness the way they do. To find comfort, enlightenment and fulfillment in loving someone so frail

and dainty who could not possibly protect and provide for me. But, still they push on, with another kiss

goodbye and another hello. Living like today was yesterday, and tomorrow is forever. There is no

guarantees that they will wake up tomorrow, but still they act as if though they are promised

immortality. Bound to the standards of their world that love and companionship come first before all,

so they risk their lives just to have it, and even try to end it if they don't. They rely so much upon

another that their absence sends them to the break of insanity. Then I realize, that I am not so much

different than these creatures, as the sunset crashes upon the dark blue waves again. I wait impatiently

as the sun becomes no longer visible, and the moon ascends. The universe and its constellations

welcome me back, with its warm embrace and soft smile. I no longer ponder the lives of those

creatures, as I now once again have my universe, for another night.