Loft.

March 22, 2017

For a week I slept among the stars,
Their whispers making me believe
That I could live forever above
The crawling ones I saw below.

And though they glistened,
They soon went dim,
And I lay awake above the clouds,
The waves no longer gentle,
And growing rougher still.

And while I lay restless,
Her daunting eyes came to me,
And cried because distance
Was not something to comprehend,
And angel wings would break– not bend.

Though like a starfish I felt,
Plastered to the wall of the sky,
Looking out at the city I could not leave behind,
My legs would not grow back.
And neither would she.

In the morning I would not remember
How sleep at last came to me,
All alone in a big house,
With wine and cheese out
For a ghostly company.

And so I lay still,
Awaiting her return,
Though she had aged and I had not,
And the stars had fallen out from under me.






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HereSheIsThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 25 at 10:40 pm
Okay, that's the best one I've read all day. I love your details and metaphors
 
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