.
Your eye’s light shines like our moon, her moon…
skipping stones upon the sea–
although we’re just dancing between notions in this wild city rain.
How can I hold the soul of a girl while
she’s walking little stars on a string?
The night sea crashes as the moon,
at lightspeed; paints each wave.
Open your celestial door and let me touch you.
Sweeter words have flown, but
these are the only words that I’ve ever known.
I’m so tired of chasing deep shadows
that disappear in the warm morning sun.
Some just wake up and walk out my door,–
It makes my face grow longer as
the world turns me to face my
forty seventh winter wind.
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