poems i write at 2 a.m. and decide to post

six

i want to shout to the stars, and have them respond.

but this time, far away.

Hundreds of miles, godspeed they travel,

to go to your window, knock a couple times.

once, twice, thrice.

to see your beautiful face for me, and tell me how you are.

they'll take you to your yard, where they'll whisper

a beautiful cacophony of words i spoke about you.

some will tell you that someone loves you.

others will be bolder, and say it was me.

some will surround you, and lift you up higher.

and others will shine, and make you think of me.