Eclipse of The Heart

I reach up and draw my finger
down the center of the moon
like those faded lines everyone has 
hidden away in their parents’ homes
steadily moving upwards
marking the passage of time
with names and dates … and memories
 
I mark memories of my own
in the moon dust
and bring my finger to my chest
to trace the magic
like a tattoo upon my heart,
then press the remnants
against the tip of my tongue
to reminisce in the familiar taste
of days spent wrapped in your Love
 
Moss creeps 
down the north side of the tree,
as ancient as time itself
but I press my back to the opposite side,
feel the bark against my palms,
branches reaching out above me
toward the southern horizon
and I imagine tiptoeing along their length
until I fall … into your arms

 




june 2011






Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Alana