Distant star is who you are, a singular thought of beauty.
I’d gather your hair like water, pour it over me and gladly drown.
I’d await your crowded eyes and wrap the world around me.
I’d watch the sunrise of your spreading smile and feel no fear of darkness.
I’d be hypnotized by your dancing hands like a flight of sparrows telling stories.
It isn't finished, I can feel it isn't, it isn't even fully coherent, but then when is love ever sensible? I use the word love because it isn't something we should run from. Why can't I love someone I've never met? We've had our internet conversation, exchange of words, I read her blog and from that glean her personality. Isn't that what our lives are all about anyways? A chance to simply make a connection? Friends, after all come in all different shapes and sizes and can come from all over the world. We open our hearts and bear the risk of ridicule, while we hide behind our firewalls, avatars and monikers.