I wanted to see you where the years were kind,
inescapably etched and displayed like
smooth stones spread out on velvet;
but I wouldn't ask. I rummaged through zippers
and heavy things.
On a cool summer night we heard a hiss of
broken stars across the desert sky
and looked up in time to see one pass over head
like a science fiction rocket ship.
It was a moment with you I will never forget.
It's funny how things are settled or settling
and divided by extremes,
jealousy - anger - hurt - houses -
etched stones - broken stars,
stuff you can't find words for,
stuff you wish you'd written down,
words that end up on gravestones.
So leave me with my imagination and your beauty,
maybe some nostalgia as my muse, add one more thing
for sure, make my children our children
not half - me - half - devil - children
and maybe I wouldn't have to run,
wouldn't have to start a war.
Maybe I could be happy without
your etched stones.
Maybe all I really need is a broken star.
Jan 31, 2012
Jan 31, 2012 at 12:47 AM UTC
I wanted to see you where the years were kind,
inescapably etched and displayed like
smooth stones spread out on velvet;
but I wouldn't ask. I rummaged through zippers
and heavy things.
On a cool summer night we heard a hiss of
broken stars across the desert sky
and looked up in time to see one pass over head
like a science fiction rocket ship.
It was a moment with you I will never forget.
It's funny how things are settled or settling
and divided by extremes,
jealousy - anger - hurt - houses -
etched stones - broken stars,
stuff you can't find words for,
stuff you wish you'd written down,
words that end up on gravestones.
So leave me with my imagination and your beauty,
maybe some nostalgia as my muse, add one more thing
for sure, make my children our children
not half - me - half - devil - children
and maybe I wouldn't have to run,
wouldn't have to start a war.
Maybe I could be happy without
your etched stones.
Maybe all I really need is a broken star.
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