of all the things i regret,
You will never be one of them.

Genuine like a child
Candid like an open book
Exotic like The Wild
Reassuring like a second look

You are my favorite chapter
in the story of my life.
Your page is dog eared
so once I reach the end,
I can come back to you.

if eyes could tell stories
share it to me, my hand will be well in cheek
‘cause dreaming our life would be all magic

if skies were like warm sheets
i’d fall through the clouds
'cause laying with you is all I need

when I awaken
I extend my finger
towards a panel of dancing light-

did you know that its veins were torn from a mountain?

a whole hierarchy of angels
living inside the earth
were turned to transistors

so that my letters
could glow in your hands.

when I learned this
I began sleeping beside a stream,

in the places where I could watch
wires dance-

beneath wooden pillars and their flimsy black arms
whispering secrets in permanent embrace.

every night I would dream  
to the forward noise
of churning water;

of fluid drifting through the air unseen
or pouring from life long past-

terraforming
for the maintenance of symmetry.

i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.