a Universe and me

A poem about humans and their everything

Doesn’t a writer’s hand stained black

Tell stories of beloved ink?

Rarely captains watch the waves

Without wishing to sink

The term ‘starstruck’ is a call

To reunite with the furthest and closest to what we can be

Oh, stellar juxtaposition 

I’m looking at you, look at me!

Within this prison life

the universe wants me to be free

if it is tears that stain my tongue

Why do I taste the sea?

Author's Note

I love the idea of the universe loving me back