8-5-10

it’s your hands that i’m taking,
and we are caught in the moment
when paper lanterns burn anew and light up the night sky
and our hands are origami cranes reaching for the stars
begging to fly like those before us
and we have dream-catchers hanging delicately from our eyelashes
swaying in the breeze
momentarily resting on our shoulders
before we dive into the salty ocean
swimming until our lungs burst and flood the sea with stars
and our passion is burning
burning
fingers are gently searching for one another painting the sea with love
and they are looking for home
pry open my mind and soak in my thoughts
breathe them in
know everything there is to know
the sun is rising and it is turning the sea into fire
your image is fading
and i’m holding on to nothing but seashells
swimming frantically
gathering stars, sea stars,
trying to throw them back into the sky
where you have found your home
looking down with blue eyes and perfect wings
catching stars as they are carelessly thrown back to where they should be
in the sky with you my angel
i wish on every single one
and hope your dream-catcher steals away my nightmares
but after every star has found it’s place
you are still there
and i am here drowning in the flames