Colors Of a Night Sky

Colors Of a Night Sky

I’m laying here childishly gawking at the white specks of sugar in a blackened sky.

Watching the cosmos spin around and around much like my own galactic mobile in my crib.

I remember those nights when we used to do this with each other.

Wrapped in your arms.

Sheltered in the warm embrace of your reddish skin,

I could only compare it to the day I burst into the world,

Covered in the red of my mother as I was reborn in you.

Uncovering the hidden language of the moon

Together we started to become ourselves in the midst of chaos that comes from adolescence.

Infatuation set me ablaze for countless days.

Red slowly turning to blue because I know what we have is taboo,

I shouldn’t be feeling this for you.

Still I sought comfort in the weightlessness of your words.

Manifesting an alternate reality for us in the world above.

Praying that one day the yellow of the sun would burn away this heavy barrier set here by men who did not understand us.

Constantly looking at the brown promises in your eyes that we would be together forever.

Watching that promise turn to black with the setting of the sun,

I realized you only ever loved the embrace of the sky.

Those of us tossed aside for the stars know there is a secret comfort that lies in darkness.

We chase it in an attempt to keep our eyes from growing green when we look above us in the night.

But without warning it starts to change us.

In the darkness I could feel my roots digging themselves deeper.

Somehow I was pulling myself upward,

I wanted to breathe again.

I wanted to transform and break through this barrier to truly become myself.

Baptized in light,

I survived another rebirth!

Though I know you’re a late bloomer,

I hope one day we can both still enjoy the colors of the same night’s sky again.

But until then,

I’ll continue to tell all my secrets to the moon.

Jawon Jones