NaPoWriMo Day 2 : Lady Godiva

Connected, Disconnected, Reconnected

The thought of sinking into the grass’s core with 2 am thoughts gazing at the stars has always made me comfortable with the thought of being silent.

Lady Godiva and I lay juxtaposed on the quest to find that Southern hemisphere constellation winter affection.

Her eyes were always on Capricornus and mine far out of reach all the way to Leo. Love looked pretty good on her.

Godiva was neither Pisces nor Pegasus;

She was no mythical bird that expired in fire only to be reborn again from the ashes of its previous existence.

She was no Horse born when the blood of Medusa's head fell into the foam of the sea.

She was like the wind, chasing the sun, under the willow tree with Manhattan blues.   

While I chasing north polar constellation fire rocks, we rarely ever made ends meet.

The stars against Godiva,

MacGyver against Olympian gods and I against Lunar, the Titans and Love.