a fist full of sand
that's what HE was
an enigma I couldn't grasp forever
NO-- could barely hold for a moment
HIS smiles were a galaxy
and I was just one star
insignificant, but burning hot
in it's cosmic existence
and I loved HIM
deeper than the greatest canon
higher than the lightest cloud
so I held on tighter than a liana
to think for a moment
just one- it was perfect imperfection
the purest joining
HIM and the MOON and I
but no matter how tight
my grip wasn't strong enough
and I had to watch the sand
helpless
as the last grain fell
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POEMS | When It's Hard to Breathe ✓
Poetrywhen my emotions over flow, I let them flood the page and sometimes it gets hard to breathe *** collection complete *** #1 in poetry collection: 08/11/2020 #5 in poem: 08/08/2020 #36 in poems: 08/02/2020 #9 in poetry: 08/13/2020
