If Only I Could Hug the Stars

If only I could hug

The stars;

Perhaps I could shatter them

And cup the shards

In my palms,

The cracks constellations

Aligning with my veins,

But that isn’t close enough

To my heart;
 

Maybe

I could meld the fragments

With my hope

And blow them like glass

Into a crystal heart shining

With all the promises

Whispered to the night

And nestle it into my chest

Beside the one fluttering

With my life;

Perhaps this one

Could beat with my soul;
 

But still,

It is much too fragile

To lend yourself fully

To dreams,

To detach yourself fully

From all the wildflowers

Pooling at your feet as

They reflect the stars;

I could write about them,

Maybe,

Envelope them with words

And metaphors,

Folding the wrinkled tissue paper

Of my love worn and

Worn again around them,

But my poems never end

The way I intend;

Instead, they wander away

From the creases mapped

Upon my palms;

If only I could hug

The stars,

But at least I can hug my sister

One last time

Before another infinite sky

Does the same to her;

Before I am swallowed by this poem

Until she comes back

And I can hug her

Once again.