February 8, 2011 at 8:54pm
the breaths i exhale tonight
so sullen and soft
flutter back to me.
the wilderness inside me
repeating a vision
of my arrows
piercing our constellations
through channels and patterns
of light we all must have seen
in the distance.
but to have seen it with you. . .
the fires in the alleys,
in the eyes under skies we knew,
behind and between noise
we've made in our homes, apart.
heaving out every last shuddering breath
into the drains with the dying hope
that we could civilize our stars
into any pattern
that may not seem rhymeless, but
may still separate us from sense.
never any reason to separate us still.
back to me tonight
so sullen and dreaming
of a distant speck of light.
but to have seen that star was you.