In this I see you,
a soul born,
with arms holding an open heart,
in finite wondrous possibility.
dried tears glisten like stars
in the firmament of your wakefulness,
hopes transcend the fading lights
and stars shine for our time.
In you i see through eyes surpassing,
all words and worlds so perfectly formed,
harmony breathes,
and life is beyond in form transposed.
light prickles in my closed eyes,
in animate
forget when i turn away?I can’t.
I still sees your light.
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This is really old. I think I wrote this after meeting a friend of a friend. I remember when we first met, she said any friend of X is a friend of mine. Well. Quite a few years passed and we visted at the same time. It was the first time I remember imagining freckles as stars. I think the the rest is best left to the abstraction of poetry. I tried to update the last paragraph, but I’m still not happy with it.
