Discosadness

I recognize the slow and persistent persuasion
Sometimes there, sometimes not
I long for the eclipse,
I know you do too,
I hope you do too
I stare at the reflection of the little yellow lights
This waltz is exasperation walking my stairway with grace
Painfully slow, as it untangles its strings, knot by knot,
Teasingly tempting, like the moon behind fluffs of white swirls
what is now, may not be tomorrow
being within the invisible power that sways the universe
and all its abyss of constellations
but you'd disappear in the puff of my cigarette
then inspire the magic at the back of my eyelids, coming back with the big bang
the stuff stars are made of, stellar and all-dancing
like paper planes rocketing through the sky,
all your world's stars and moons left a trail in my mind
a trail of gigglespaz and silent laughter
they kept me warm on days I felt polarized
all your silhouette dreams and thoughts packed in a suitcase
driving upside-down in reverse,
stuck in limbo.
I still long for the eclipse,
I hope you do too.