Precious star,
we will meet again,
we will, we will
the grass is growing on your bed
sunken earth, resting inside clenched fist
you are coming to me in shades of echos
lost inside years of
atomosphere
(we are skies away)
I've harbored your ****** skin underneath
this new stare you made me
warped light
sun rays in your collected chest
hold me, like I should have
console me while sitting in trees, im looking at just the bark
pressing palms to feel
you whisper
something only trees know
remind me to laugh when I can not sleep
worried worried awake about things that won't matter when we forget to breathe again
walk beside me and assuage me from the danger you didn't know about,
I will revel inside the lines
keep sparking like flames
tangled in my line of vision
knotted in air, woven suddenly
and then untie your self again
because I hope youre
waiting for me, I am waiting
to sink into you
to tell you,
I miss you.