i live for moments
when the sky gathers
my broken body
tenderly within its gentle embrace
when ebony clouds entwine
with shining, radiant stars
and paint their quiet love
across the heavens
when the night-bird's cries
echoing endlessly along
the blurry horizon
fall silent for a breath
when, for a moment,
i belong to nothing
but the birds, the stars, the clouds,
and the sky
love, you say,
is as tenderly golden as
buttercups in may,
as apollo's flaxen hair.
and you wish for a lover.
fated together
as achilles was with
on any other day,
i would say my favorite song
is (nope)
it reminds me of
who i am, or rather,
i guess, who i hide behind.
today is different.
today i finished
i miss summer camp.
i miss the pines
and the deer that hid
among them.
i miss the sunsets,
which were somehow
ever so much more beautiful
than any of the ones back home.
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