"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Sunday, February 5, 2012

in the quiet midnight forest, the sky thief offered a toast to the milky way.
as silently as he entered, he quietly exits.
he had stolen some stars and left them on my path.
with them, he buried a fragment of himself in my side of the sky, deep beneath the clouds.
yet as the sun rises, shall a new day dawn.
and when the sun sets, shall his stars light up my sky.
and i shall smile.
but he shall never know.