I watch the old bones
Of your pianist hands
Bend in new ways
Blue irises fading, not in beauty
Mind sharper than mine
Will you take flight tomorrow
Or am I blessed with more?
My pen is dripping tears
Dare I write these words?
Am I afraid to love so much that
The ground beneath me liquefies
When you go?
Will your skin, soft and weathered
Turn to pixels on a screen
Leaving me floating here
In the silence of white noise?
When you become that
One …star…ablaze
I will not stand in darkness…alone
Waving at you from the gate
I swear
I will be your moon
Gently glowing
By your side
We are facing our fears today as I tend bar over at dVerse Poets Pub.
Doors open at 3:00 p.m. EST.
mishunderstood 