Wednesday, March 20, 2013

The Brightest Star

The night was a flood
of tall blue trees
the air sang as a music box
and all the sky lamps
were full of intent

Your face was glowing
like a series of
interactive photographs
like your love glows
in my prayers

The trees tell me
that at night you are the brightest star

and the photographs confirm
that in the morning
for you
I will learn to stay.

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