Father Sky

The stars flutter through my hair and between my fingers. With each movement of my toes, I wait for another star to touch my skin. When there is silence there is absence.
The orbital planets align around my body. The father sky surrounds my loneliness and separates me even further from the strength I need. He leaves me lingering through nothingness....and I float.....I float waiting for another star, and hoping his love will cause an explosion that brings me to ground. He stays still and allows me to hear nothing but the panting of my anxiety. I aggressively grab each star in my hand to calm the hell of my massive black hole. Each one crumbles slowly beneath my fingernails. His burning presence has left me unsettled and I soon realize I must float alone....to no where......to somewhere....
Always without his comfort
Always without his passion
My absent father sky