you wonder why
I get so frustrated
when I try to draw
it's because my hands
will never know you
as well as my eyes do

your eyes flicker open
only slightly and
the dawn holds its breath
waiting for you to rise

I begin to envy the sun
Who sees you dance in the morning light
I start to resent the sea
Who is lucky enough to feel your touch
I grow jealous of the moon
Who gets to know all of your secrets
When all I have is
The occasional evening text
And blurry photos taken by your friends

the trees tell each other
about a girl they've seen
the conversation dancing up their vines
whispers of her shared between their leaves
"I've seen her too"
says one to another
now even the birds listen in
using freshly bloomed ferns for cover
"I've seen what she does to rivers
what she does to seas
how she cracks the dawn
and brings the sky to his knees"