If You’re Not A Person

You are the moment where the sun transiently sinks into the horizon.
The ephemeral light—the beautiful flash against the dusky, dusky sky.
You are the wind that gently blows the sea into a fine bedlam,
making it kiss the desiccated shore afterwhile.
You are the moon that brings light amidst the abyss of darkness.
The saving grace of nocturnal flesh.
You are the stars that guide me—like a cosmic runway—steadily
into the dark full of uncertainties.

– M.R.A.

To The New Moon Who Was Once My Full Moon

We used to bond over heavenly bodies
You’re captivated by the moon
And I’m in love with the stars and constellations
You used to whisper your dreams to meteors
While I’m all irked before you see the Ursa Major
We used to talk about mysteries and galaxies
But never did I realize that just like black hole—
our universe condensed into a singularity—
like a collapsing massive star that soon turned into void
That our pride is a black hole that even our love—
as passionate as the burning sun—
cannot escape.

– M.R.A.