A mild January night
The whole world swallowed in blue,
stretching from the full moon
to cover this sleeping town,
enveloping my tired hands
just after the warmest midnight
of a January so mild I forgot
what the season was
and still do not know how to react.
I closed my eyes and my heart fell open
as tears fell in unison with my breath
and in the cinema of my mind I panned to him
running in this same azure landscape
warm in the heat of the moonlight
stumbling unknowingly into my thoughts.
I gazed confusedly at the brightest moon
in denial of just how different thist town looked
and in the midst of the evening I awoke -
my whole life swallowed in the blue of his eyes.
He is the warmth of the full moon.
stretching from the full moon
to cover this sleeping town,
enveloping my tired hands
just after the warmest midnight
of a January so mild I forgot
what the season was
and still do not know how to react.
I closed my eyes and my heart fell open
as tears fell in unison with my breath
and in the cinema of my mind I panned to him
running in this same azure landscape
warm in the heat of the moonlight
stumbling unknowingly into my thoughts.
I gazed confusedly at the brightest moon
in denial of just how different thist town looked
and in the midst of the evening I awoke -
my whole life swallowed in the blue of his eyes.
He is the warmth of the full moon.