“How is it that you’re so strong?”
A laugh escapes my lips
dancing like a wisp
A hundred eyes watch me
a thousand hands reach
I wish I was a dandelion
blown into an invisible draft
free to run, to fly
a soaring bird, never ever
putting a foot down onto the lush,
One last word
One last moment
your breath painting
a spectrum of fireworks
in the dark, dark sky.
Your lips brushed
like morning dew
with a hint of day
and the brilliance of
never mattered anyway
If your sparks grew into a fire
or were put out
were the northern lights
and I was the north star,
by your outrageous glow as you danced
before my eyes.
Closer, I thought, closer
I couldn’t help
but drown in the distance between us.
Won’t you stay a while with me?
through my fingers like sand,
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.