I’ve read this thrice through, still trying to grasp all that is there. I love the night, but I was looking for a human counterpart, so I was lost among the stars. I finally realized it was planet worship, or maybe a constellation, as she is waiting for fall when she can view it. So there is a chill to this poem, and longing. And I can’t help but feel she is erroneous in her choice..

@Elsha -Awe, your devotion to poetry is a thing of beauty.
Indeed, it is longing for that which is unattainable.

wow. I’m lovin it. :D

Thanks, J.

Wow thats really cool, I love the flow!