perhaps, is too much to ask for my day
arrives as the sun shines on my half of
this world where I will awaken one day
I will be aglow in you, your
eloquence , your voice alive
not written from so far away
conversations from a shared pillow
ever more.

the glow of a firefly
reach into the vast darkness
pull her fire from the night
would I glory then
like a star plucked from her nest
as a starling babe
belonging there
what might I
do then?