when you, held by
fierce moonlight, lifted softly your eyes and sought some comand to cease.
i left you hanging on to
NOTHING but the stillness in the air and the fading motor of a car too far off in the distance for us to see.
i never can say goodbye.. to the night, to the day, to you, to anything that posses the threat of leaving. it's the feeling of letting go and the fear of never getting back that keeps this voice safely within locked gardens, where the roses never fade and colorful birds visit the baths without fail.
a final note to these thoughts might prove too perfect for the future to surpass, to even try again. would the consequences be so great if tonight i froze everything in place and no further word was spoken.. ?
i'm certain that one more word, one more moment will break me, will leave me wishing for the earth to never meet sky, tongue to never touch mouth, eyes to never seek beauty in all things imperfect once more.
(in whispers, trees agreed, sadly searching the ground for their lost leaves.)
this is where we say goodbye, but instead we face only silence and the e..n..d..l..e..s..s sky.