letters to the moon [poetry]

dear best friend

have you ever known a ghost
to look on and love
with a heart that burned flying embers
and yearned to reach out

and wrap thin nimble fingers
around a fallen flightless bird
that made no effort to make a sound,
to wail a calling to signal,
"i am alive,
someone save me,
it hurts for i can not fly"

have you ever witnessed a ghost
try to reach down and press his palms together
just to scoop up a pained animal
just for it to shudder and flinch in pain
with the same quickness as rippling water
that made a reflection dissolve just by fingers dragging though its surface,
unable to grasp it like a solid

"i can not help you,
my hands are useless,
i am so sorry"

have you ever felt the crippling sorrow
of being unable to save the living
from slow starvation
of feelings and affections
otherwise available to those
who can give without faults
only for them to have necks bruised violet
from itchy worn rope that donned their throats
took away air

"i am sorry for i am just as helpless as you,
i do not know what to do"

have you ever gazed upon those
who have met a fate
identical to the wandering dead
trapped to an eternity of being unable to recall delicate and warm touches
that are taken for granted by living,
only for a ghost to look on sadly and ponder
after witnessing the last expanse of a ribcage

"if only i had warm tender hands
i could have saved you,
everything is my fault."

and it is.