De Luna
my eyes always look up,
perhaps trailing after
long lost thoughts, now reserved
to bask
in soft white glow, floating,
peppered amongst the stars,
they whisper
of what they might become
some say dreams,
but I’ll call them the hidden keys
to some ancient codec
my mind was once gifted,
other worldly blueprint reminder
that my soul will one day
touch the moon
soaring, celestial,
larger than life,
unbound by this world,
there have always been
greater things
than those that my eyes have seen
which is why they always look up
scanning horizons, remapping
boundaries,
searching for that message
lingering in the light
I will know
when my purpose
has found me
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