Sawyer Fell

Because that is love,

when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you, 

and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession. 

In the sky
the birds fly,
fleeing this land, for this land is dying.
They fly south, to the deserts and the rainforests,
Places indefinitely lively. 

She was told to blend in,
to never show off.

“Women should be seen and not heard” 
or maybe not seen either;

She was told to be smart, 
but of course, not too smart.
you must not scare them away.

if life is but a dream for the dead

may you visit us during autumn, the eldest of the seasons

letting your fragile bones be exposed to the crisp air of october

letting your fingertips run over the bars of the cemetery gates

Star in the sky

My star in the sky

You do not exist anymore except in my heart

You were once a seed in my womb

Growing growing gone

My star in the sky or are you the moon or a planet far far away