Painting the night

 

A bird in flight, wings

sweeping across my

awestruck eyes.

Yet I sit in a faraway gaze.

Letting the sight

glide so far away,

a poem for another day

for my dreams are cast

into visions of another's eyes.

 

And I know in my heart

this sky will turn

into a whole new

story of life,

and I will wait to

catch another glance

when her heart

swoops back around.

Time ticks in delicate beats

when you heart sings so loud.

 

As day turns to night

I watch the shooting stars

dancing with satellites.

Communicating

a beating heart into a cosmic high.

 

A ticking clock counting the hours down.

 

For I know that this sky will change

and I’ll still feel alive with

the same love in my veins.

 

Colours will blend,

as the morphing painting

bends between every breath

I brush, a swooning flourish

A glowing wish to the moon,

A whispered promise. A face

I wish upon

to soon see

the words of love

I’ve painted into the sky above me.

 

A moment of elation

A skipped breath. Palpitations

as the flicker of

glowing universal lanterns

sift across the darkness

in blinking flames.

Melting into every image

of which I can dream,

a million different views,

and they all morph back into

the same face I wish to see

smiling upon me. You.