the darkness of the night is all i see.
the moonlight, the only thing shedding florescence
my right hand skims my left
my palms pressed, my fingers intertwined.
i wanted them to be yours.
they felt like yours.
closing my eyes was my only way to feel close to you
but closing them also meant i'd have to see you again
closing them only emits darkness
that is until your name dances through the sockets of my eyes
everything feels empty and lost until your face creates such beautiful imagery
such artistry
so angelic
i wanted it to be real
it felt real
i knew that opening my eyes into reality would lead me to realize
you were better off in my dreams
the wind whispers to me
whispers turn into howls
howls turn into pleads
pleads become screams and cries
the hair on my arms
the chills on my arms
feels as if no amount of warmth can sooth
i look up
the clear moon stares at me like a chosen star
i stare back
moments pass as the dancing sheets flowing from my window
leave me no choice but to grab hold
the closer i was, the more whole i felt
the more in depth with your soul i was
you were the moon
the brightest light in the darkest day
the loudest siren in the silence of the heart
and in that moment.
i wasn't dreaming.
