lets be honest
for a moment
about jealousy and regret
and the moon

about how she
fearlessly chased
that wild comets
hit and run love
away from home into the black vacuum

about how she
defied gravity
and got free, all reckless

about how that ole comet
never came back
and she waited and died out there
alone and free and cold
staring into the sun
and the earth and the stars

and about how beutiful and serene
she looks as she rises and drifts
with all the brilliant stars