Running after dark
Genuine roots in thick soil
rot away in the heat
as droplets of water make their way through
the night sky
She runs (down to the water)
heavy heart and stomach
nervous for her life
as the rain begins to fall
Searching for the girl of the stars
she rides the undulations of never-climbed hills
and sinks into never-walked valleys
A girl of constant emotion
a feverish flicker of light in some eyes
with midnight blue pupils of her own
and the desire to surf the midnight skies
She flattens the hills and billows the valleys
- proving nature’s variability -
the rain continues to fall
there are no stars peering through the murky cloak
of clouds painted with thick brushes
Like wine she waits to be desired.
Time drags on, stinging every inch of her
she has never climbed the ladder
she has never touched the stars
she never will.
