under the cover of darkness he whispered to me,
it's too cold outside. come here,
and opened his arms.
i placed my heart in his waiting palms
and a soft kiss on his tired scars.
only the barest hint of moonlight fell
upon his face; but the shadow of a smile
appeared on the ground, and
the stars seemed to laugh.
to the hum of city lamplights
we tore through the canvas of our old lives.
he pulled out an old can of spray paint
from beneath his blue jacket
and together we wrote words on the
veiled silence of the night sky, and
the stars seemed to laugh.
a trickle of raindrops fell, and then more;
and the storm followed, unrelenting. the
song of the rain sang around us, and for a minute -
beneath the backdrop of a silver-forked sky -
i could see his eyes, clear as day.
and then the thunder overpowered his
racing heart, and i closed my eyes, and
the stars seemed to laugh.
under the cover of darkness they whispered to me,
it's cold outside, go find shelter,
and showed me a tumbling home.
we rebuilt it with admist the echoes of lost voices
and raised its fallen walls. beneath the yellow light
of dawn i said good-bye to the stars
and
you.
