Muse

9.6.2020

I want to paint you in dreams of oil,
fiery sand,
warm moonlight,
molten gold.

I want the world as witness
of how I feel for you.

I want everyone to see you
IN flowers
IN silver rain
casting shadows on heavens.

I want the sun to kneel for you,
Rivers to bleed for you
Strangers to weep over you
deserts shriveling, parched over you.

And while they stand,
heavy chested with void
looking at a vacant house
well-illuminated across the river,

you sit in clandestine,
worshipping pastel dusk
and its defiance.

For Daniel..

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