World's clear and bright with distance
But living makes it dull...

His fingertips curl
Tracing lightly over ivory...

My mother's shadow haunts the hallway wall
Draping over pictures where our relatives stand...

I reach with spider webs for fingers
Connecting souls within my life...

Light glances through the mist-filled trees
Gentle hands weaving heart-strings...

I'll hold you like the stars
Hold the moon in space...

I house your disappointments
Here, behind cold bars of aching bone...

What is love if not pain?
The stars taste just like knives...

Let water, trickling from rooftops
Stoop to cup your cheeks...

And maybe there is magic
In the little things...

The sun is squeezed from the sky
And I watch the sky pour...

I gather the stars in a basket
And bask in the flickering light...