i don’t think this will work out

Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.

still cannot
understand
how people can
kiss strangers
and feel high.
it's like the
worst lie
you don't
have to say
but you still
use your
lips.

i like astronomy
but i can t decide if
my feelings for you
are
meteors
or
meteorits?