Maybe if we could

stretch to the stars

the sky would rest

at our fingertips,

wild but ours just the same


Maybe if we could

reach the stars

words would spill from the sky,

the universe’s dreams would douse

the inferno that singes us


Maybe if we could

touch the stars

insanity would meld with reality

and all the pencil strokes in the world

would finally be enough to start over


And I still tear

stones down from the trees

and scatter them

across the universe

until my stars fall from the sky


But the beauty of those stars

is that they’re untouchable

and no matter how far I climb

how fast I run

how deep I love

I’ll never reach them

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 2/6/16

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