In the winter hills- night comes
black against the fading red
horizon
rising up past my outstretched arms
a million thousand
campfires
dot to dot animals and soldiers
swirls and spots and straight line boxes
lights red, green, bright orange
some still, some
blinking
some brighter, others
fading as the night moves on
left to right, down to up
my neck aches as I try to
soak them in
I want to drink the stars- I want to taste that light.
My dreams are up there ,
I am down here on dull
earth,
where nothing is ever so bright as that
blackness