Cat's Eye Moon

Hannah Gain

You look up at the stars and it’s hard to imagine you don't see them the way I do.
Every planet, every quasar, every comet,
All in the light of the Cat's Eye Moon.

Constellations spell out thoughts too crazy to speak aloud, singing out a silent tune,
A poem, a psalm, a speech in the dark.
All within earshot of the Cat's Eye Moon.

Meteors and satellites and rings of scattered dust decorate the heavens, painting pictures of my
lust.
All within sight of the Cat's Eye Moon.

Every notion, every feeling, caught unmoving and eternal, trapped and strewn in every nebula
and galaxy.
All underneath the Cat's Eye Moon.

Stardust daydreams hidden in the depths where black holes and red dwarfs commune, tension
like a supernova.
All of it watched by the Cat's Eye Moon.

You look up at the stars and I hope against hope that you see them as I do.
The cosmos reflected and condensed

In the light of the Cat's Eye Moon.

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