Is it possible to move the earth?
It’s hard to tell.
Often the heaviest things are the best to float.
Dust. Grains. Stones. Air.
Tears of rain.
Among the unborn wall of stars.
Melting the moon every morning.
And stretching a cosmic design.
Darkness is watching,
Gazing out of the galaxy-window,
Sitting on my lonely bed,
Pinning me down to the sleep,
Tracking my silence,
Striking the horizon,
Hugging my dreams,
Like a warm blanket.
Fills us all.
Infinity of Weightless Happiness.