Saturday, August 22, 2009

Directly Outside 9


Directly outside, the stars shine aloft, a picture of your face.


I see you gazing from amongst the archers and the furrowers of fields, your eyes aglow, comforting.

But I am not a fool.

I know full well these flickers, pinpricks, dots and specks are hung in the air for all to see; fire clouds inhabiting the unfathomable. Here, before we were born, and here when we are all long dead.

And yet I must summon you from the light of their cold distance, sit with you here for these whiles.

When night falls, I wait for you to inhabit the sun’s shadow.

I would kiss you again, but you are long, long gone.

And I am trapped in this place. Doomed only to witness as the world spins by, directly outside...

3 comments:

Kiersten said...

Hey, this was...beautiful.

What are you trying to pull?

Whirlochre said...

A horse to water would be nice — make a lovely photo.

Robin S. said...

Gorgeous longing, stopping on the edge of acceptance.