words are shining, shimmering, skating by
jumping between cars and dancing in side views
as i follow the bridge across my river.
the sun streams across my shoulder,
threatening to burn with her passion
as i chase and grab and cup,
catching my thoughts like fireflies.
i am barefoot on an august night,
soft grass beneath emerging stars.
nothing makes sense as written,
words of the brilliant bang against my brain –
phrases of beauty and perfect images
painted by syllables
stare at me and mock my feeble feelings,
laugh at my unsteady words and my
shaking left hand
reaching towards the sky.
someday those shy stars will be mine
and my words will be heard
by the ether.