poem

[friggin_names]

I thought of you
while the sun was rising,
and I watched the sky
drip into my hands.

The stars sang together,
universal harmony,
and I watched space,
drip into my hands.

The sky is space,
the space, the sky,
I watched my hands,
I started to fly.

The ocean flowed,
and the sunset came,
Jehovah’s flame,
dripped into my hands.

I thought of you
while the sun was setting,
I wished you were there,
to open your hands.