the night is dark;
the stars aren’t out;
I stared for hours
up from the ground.
I heard a silent song-
-taught myself to sing along.
you could be listening;
I could be wrong.

you ran your hand
right through the sky.
can’t tell if that
was in my mind.
I’ve run for all these years,
and somehow I’m still here;
you might be laughing now
at all my fear.

tell me how it is to see
the distant heavens glow,
and lock within your eyes a gleam
so rarely seen below.
show me what it is you do
that I feel half awake,
as when a dream is barely through
yet gone without a trace.

and be the muse unrealized
that waits to feel the sun,
and lives on the requited side
of unrequited love.