Looking back it never mattered anyway
If your sparks grew into a fire or were put out when fanned;
You were the northern lights and I was the north star,
baffled by your outrageous glow as you danced before my eyes.
Closer, I thought, closer
Yet I couldn’t help but drown in the distance between us.
Won’t you stay a while with me?
Your laughter slips through my fingers like sand,
scattered like soft petals in the wind.
Like the rolling waves
you washed ashore
like a torrent of droplets on yellow brown leaves
Dragging fragments back into the deep blue
disappeared like dust blown into spring’s breeze
and laid to rest in the deep sea.
Like the night swallows the day,
your light corrodes my heart.
It withers like the pages of an ancient novel,
your touch scattering
a field of dandelions in the chilly black.
White cotton falls from the sky
I chase after them with pale fingers
Like tall grass dancing in the wind.
They rest on my hand like the tears of summer,
And like you,
Disappear with the gentleness of a passing breeze
Of dried red autum leaves
leaving no trace but that on my heart.
I wish I was a cloud
Drifting to you whenever
I would take the form of rain
And comfort you by caressing your cheeks
I would block the rays
From your peace as you smile in your sleep
I would fill the empty glass
With my tears to quench your thirst
And when you look at me and frown
I would disappear as mist
As the orange blossom of the setting sun.
yet elegant coat her,
nonchalant and magical.
her legs give way and her blood turns cold?
and her boots sink deep into the icy field of white.
She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.
She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.
“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.
“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.
“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”
I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.