starry

It is on this beautiful night

that we congregate, hold hands

and pray -

for the darkness to blend in

with our minds and cradle our stricken limbs

in the wind's soft voice.

And until the heat scorches the ground

a poisonous, dark blue

we are left with the invisible presence

of each other -

almost tangible but only in dreams -

This distorted reality no longer a comfort

but instead the feat of becoming

the cathedral in your heart.

And thus, in

the fading dusk, the stars finally permit

those eyes to spark

my world

with your dreams -

And i can think nothing more of it.