For everyone there is that one person who shakes our
equilibrium, who we think too far to touch and this is for all of that.
At
night
At night I pull your shirt from
out of
the cupboard so I can hold it tightly
in my trembling arms before the moon
sinks down to kiss my head,
only she knows that tonight I’m thinking of
you,
rubbing strands of light blond hair between my
fingers
as the pillows whisper sweet forgetting,
they beg me to sink within them into a world
of
white so deep it will swallow me,
I wish I could but I know I shall never find
you
there.
You are soaring through the sky on the wings
of angels while the darkness pours beneath my
bedroom door shoving light before it angrily,
see that way he shows me that within these
caves
it’s the sun that promises devastation,
for a frog must look upon the sky with wonder
and never dream to touch a star.
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