dew

i laided a mirror on the grass so the stars could see

just how beautiful they are to me…

you laided on your back, what a perfect match,

like the stars, a dream that no sleeper could ever catch.

then the reflection broke and the stars seemed to choke

on all it’s envy it had for this beauty… my forever field of endless night,

blind me with your perfect light for soon the sun will spoil our delight….

and you’ll never know the lofty posistion that your vision obtained in my sight…

until tomorrow night.

eric w. desselle