Elise finally succumbed to exhaustion just as the plane was circling Schiphol Airport. She was flying from New York to Amsterdam to visit an aging uncle. Elise had never left the U.S. before, had ... [+]
My mom once said, "The rain brings Joy and Luck."
On rainy days on Earth, my thoughts on Mars--
Your grin's the Sun. My thoughts will run amok
Of you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.
Come night, we look up toward the darkened sky;
Your voice-- composed, serene and still and shushed--
Just draws me in; so how could I say "Bye,"
To you, my Moon, who leaves me flustered, flushed?
See, we are Stars. Illuminating skies,
Our words form constellations. Darling-- Dear--
A billion miles away. It seems unwise
To say I'd give my light to stay right here.
Yet still, I'll wait-- just close, but dimmed and far,
For you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.
On rainy days on Earth, my thoughts on Mars--
Your grin's the Sun. My thoughts will run amok
Of you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.
Come night, we look up toward the darkened sky;
Your voice-- composed, serene and still and shushed--
Just draws me in; so how could I say "Bye,"
To you, my Moon, who leaves me flustered, flushed?
See, we are Stars. Illuminating skies,
Our words form constellations. Darling-- Dear--
A billion miles away. It seems unwise
To say I'd give my light to stay right here.
Yet still, I'll wait-- just close, but dimmed and far,
For you-- my Sun, my Moon, and all my Stars.
