HOPE

Tonight is like secret flight

I fall across the sky, my hands are whirling butterflies, my heart held tightly by a string of blazing stars,

I glide across an emptiness, the smudged edges of a thick rich charcoal mark

In my arms I am opening many presents, they are never what I want

I celebrate and destroy by wishing words of love

To save and treasure those I can’t, to try and grasp them to this life

Letting go with no power to hold on or even obey the laws of moving parts

The sky is scarred, my thoughts are hollow, my hands can only mime my heart

And feeling is bending back in somersaults and has traveled out of site.