One vast blackness
reflects the beautiful sky above.
Two fields of fire,
enclosed by two valleys
of the richest green.
And hundreds of stars
in the white between.
Absence
does not only
amplify love,
but makes us a
continuous river
that even apart,
my mind touches yours.
Once separated
our hearts become
one, tangible
being
that rips from my body
albeit
not at all clean.
And I am left with the aching
and sorrow of not holding your
hand.
I look in your eyes and these are
my thoughts as we lie
on the trampoline.
