Is your sky as beautiful as my sky?
Your moon
an antique blade
slicing into a cobalt belly
that was hung there just for us?
Can you see the stars appear
one by one, calling on each other
to come out and shine
for us?
Are you watching?
Can you hear them singing
their sweet song?
The wind must carry it to you.
They're asking if we want to dance
(again)
like we did that time
when the moon was swollen
and the stars were playing
across our sky.
Did you forget
on that night
you gave me your heart?
I still hold it
as if
it will come alive.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Is your sky as beautiful as my sky?
Your moon
an antique blade
slicing into a cobalt belly
that was hung there just for us?
Can you see the stars appear
one by one, calling on each other
to come out and shine
for us?
Are you watching?
Can you hear them singing
their sweet song?
The wind must carry it to you.
They're asking if we want to dance
(again)
like we did that time
when the moon was swollen
and the stars were playing
across our sky.
Did you forget
on that night
you gave me your heart?
I still hold it
as if
it will come alive.
