I often found myself gazing at Orion constellation,
mumbled "There he is, the great hunter,"
you must be trustworthy,
holds the story of million years.
And I will follow my finger traced the big bear in the northern hemisphere,
"Don't you miss your minor, Sir Ursa Major?"
Or if I am lucky enough,
I can see our little barred spiral Milky Way galaxy among other galaxies,
hundred light-years across.
Ah, what about the shooting star?
I know...
it is just a glimpse of stardust,
miles away across my dirty lenses
And at times our eyes whirred comet-like.
Tracing its way to the wise constellations,
like the entire atmosphere of Venus
blows across the face of the planet
in 4 days.
I am afraid that
I have loved the stars too fondly
That I have always loved you
unwillingly,
unstoppably.
To be fearful of the night
Like the fear
I always have whenever I see you
Maybe John Green was right,
no one could ever fathom
their thoughts into constellations.
Like I've lost my mind
whenever I heard your name.
For Jupiter has promised Saturn
And I miss you too
Like I always love you
as the earth rotates around sun
And you should know,
that someday you will know
That I will always do.
Sha,
Januari 2021.
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