at night i pretend the stars in the
ebon canopy above me are
fireflies - and they sleep through the day
on my way to you.
altogether the radio waves intensify,
and they follow the signal
to mother moon -
a smile to light up the
dark underneath the dirt,
and the only one that
competes
with yours.
at night i
am a visitor, roaming through
the annals of dreams
like a meteorite
hurtling through
the galaxy on
its way to you -
and i burst
the moment we
collapse.