Day: Mar 11, 2011
If stars were my thoughts and the sun my sigh,
I’d reach up and give them to you, my friend.
My heart in my head, my hands in the sky.
Purest intention — no lover’s lament.
If birds were my voice and the wind my words
my hurricane wings you’d have, my angel.
With arms on the breeze through parachute shirt,
I fly to your side, our cords entangled.