It's Better than Eating Alone

Monday, November 06, 2006

Lesser Lights

I, artificial
bright only in the close
scattered, random, static
You, heavenly
reigning in the sky
predictable, radiant, impossible
I can only look up to you
You can only look down at me
I, die every morning in the waking
You, live still, in dreams
Dreams that I cannot have
of you, when everything
becomes nothing
about, I
except You.

Taken tonight, when its the second night of the full moon.


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