i see her in all her colors so often we've grown quite close
every day she shows her face for a matter of seconds
a matter of seconds that mean the world to me
in an entirely similar way you are every bit as fleeting
quick quick quick
you mean the world to me
could you recognize how she envies you?
or longs for you or loves you or envies you
radiance, glory, she shows her face only
for you, and i am but a witness
a sole witness to a collision
i cannot comprehend--
not even dying suns may comprehend
i bear witness to you
only you, and the colors of our atmosphere
quick, quick, quick
you and the colors of your atmosphere
YOU ARE READING
Poesía Verde
PoetryFair warning, much of my poetry may feature dark themes. critique/criticism welcome and encouraged. Thank you.
