THE NAMELESS MUSEUM (2019)

10. the starry night

i want to be alive on a starry night,

one that i have never seen.

i want to be unafraid of open eyes

as the light floods into my retinas.

i'll be in love with the starry sky,

one that i have yet to see.

i want to breathe the bliss of a starry night,

smell the burnt remains of dying light,

let the smoke settle into my cold blue lungs,

feel the shiver of darkness upon my skin.

i want to be awake on a starry night,

one that i've never seen.

and it's true that the memories aren't pretty ones,

of briny tears and brittle bones,

of long hours spent best alone.

i wanted to die on starry nights.

when the sky had been bathed in silver light,

i never wanted to see.

but that is not how i wish to die,

with bitterness and a sexton poem

stuck in the back of my mind,

for it was no one's fault but mine.

i want to exist on a starry night,

to see a beauty i could later write,

to be fearless of my opened eyes

as the truth cracks open my retinas.

i want to be awake on a starry night,

alive as i've never been.