the moon has hidden away from us tonight;
stolen, with the stars, by the thick mist above us,
this constant presence above our heads.
i close my eyes—
hope, wish, desire that when i open them again,
they will catch the glistening starlight.
perhaps we could share the stars together; them
unchanging, unmoving, unyielding—
unlike the shifting of the earth as it turns
so very like us, our emotions and us,
our toes at the edge of this cliff,
whilst the rocks at the bottom taunt and threaten
as we hold on—fragile, tender, delicate.
i desire to slip and fall sometimes;
let the waves engulf my soul,
but grasp your tainted wrists
with my trembling fingers,
and grasp your blue eyes
with my bruised mind,
carry you away with me,
so that neither of us has to be alone.
i wrote this for my first love. it was a very volatile kind of love. young love. destructive love.