This time is not for melancholy;
now is the time for joyous celebration – look!
See that you are alive
and waste not another moment of that
gift; leave the bed and the book
behind, bring not the moon nor the
misconceptions of love and fate
detailed in the prose of your
favorite poems; feel for yourself
what it means to be alive, what it means
to see the stars and how the air
smells different from midnight to
morning: feel the thrills of romance
alive not in the words of her soft lips
and gleaming cheeks as told in stories, but in how
she appears through the moonlight
of your own eyes: so that your fantasy
may no longer be trapped in stanzas.
So that when you reach
for your favorite book
you find her hand instead:
and replaced is the narrative
with her voice navigating
the stars while she tells you
that dreams are no different
from where you stand now.