3am

#8 falling leaves

you are the falling leaves on an autumn night

in the full moon before it wanes,

you are bright city lights,

my pen when it writes,

and i am droplets when it rains

you are books and cameras and quiet parks

in the suburbs or out by the lake,

you are sarcastic remarks,

fireworks, when they spark,

and i am promises

after they break

you are green eyes and wholeness in empty days

in the car as we drive to the coast, 

you are the ocean, the waves,

the crystals in caves,

and i am falling apart more than most

you are stars, luminous,

before they fade from skies,

i’m the risk you were willing to take,

you’re the hues of sunrise,

and the love in honest eyes,

always here by my side when i wake