there was a storm
one day, in the middle of spring
it fell from the sky
to reach the warmth
beating
beneath him
like a race
against the sea
it fell pirouetting
in the wind
sent by the stars
to make themselves fall
shooting
for him to make a wish
to keep a secret
to come true
and they drove everyone
far and near
away from the sound
of a billion memories
locked in the glass
of the still sea
they fell across
the trees
that were bent from the weight of the words
waiting to be wept
by the sharpest sword
clutched in his aching
hands
his left hand
fingers entwined
around the hilt
trembled
poised
over a wanting page
waiting
as the rain fell
staining his skin
with the absence of the sun
the absence of the moon
the absence of his heart
had he wished
so long ago
for his heart to depart
he would still have his soul
to lose to the silence
beneath the waves
beneath the fingertips
grazing the silk of his lover
stopped
by her widest eyes
staring at the tattoo
on his skin
from the skies
stained
burnt
by a thousand falling stars
a thousand wishes
that were too cold
and too visible
to come true