Planets

Original project, “Planets”. — spray-painted by me

We are planets entangled in the blanket of the universe
with stardust in our hair.
Steadily inching on our course,
and people can’t help but stare.

They see us dotting the night sky
in red, in yellow, in blue.
Yet, they do not know the tears we cry,
in pain, in sorrow, in rue.

I know that in comedy and clout,
a darkness in us lies.
Like the cyclone storm on the big red spot,
brooding deep inside.

As we are planets, it is plain,
we all orbit the stars.
Image seared into our brain,
not of what we are.

But in the beauty that I see in you,
the stars and novas will cower.
For your brightness always will shine through,
and in your breath, there will be power.