I would send my light
to warm into your bones
and pump inside your heart
and it would matter not at all
if you could see me
but I could not see you
hidden so many light years
from my eyes
and you would know
on even the cloudy days
and in the darkest night
that I was still there waiting
to illuminate your sky
that in the anonymous way
that light must fall
with rays cast off
through outer space
that each was named
for only you
but I am just a woman
with no more to offer
than this heart that's made
of borrowed flesh
from this earth here
where I stand
full of envy for the sun
and all it's been for you
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