Mercury Moon.
Curious Galaxies.
Silent Crimsons,
Will you speak to me?

Shooting Stars
on the Darkest Nights,
Can I will I may I run my fingers through the sky?

I don't want to run run rush.
No I don't want to run run rush.

But can I walk?
Will I stroll?
May I promenade your sky?

02/04/2008

Author's Note: I wrote this in 1986 for my then girlfriend Danielle.

Posted on 02/04/2008
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