oh we could sit and talk all night
inventing our own constellations
and if someone asks me where i’ve been
i will open wide my wonder eyes and
tell the simple truth:
learning the art of conjuring up the sun.


you can fall in love, he said. there’s really nothing to it. just throw all caution to the wind and try to forget how to breathe.


this may seem silly, he said, but when you turn your head ever-so-slightly toward the morning sky, i catch a glimpse of tomorrow in your translucent eyes.