Getting Closer

I, under the moon's light,

I tumble and swerve 

Towards the edge of the canyon

To better see 

All of the stars.

Can you see them

From New York City

Can you see them

From your

Bedroom window?

Time is a dimension

Connecting us all,

But what if we can

Send messages

Through this wall?

I look up and see a

Bright nighttime overcast-

A purple brown confusion

Situated stubbornly

I look up and know

The moon is just slightly

Slightly

Above the horizon.

Soon, I know, it will

Peak.

Soon, I know, it will

Wane.

Soon, I know, it will

Fade away.

But

Soon, I know, it will

Be anew.

I look up and know,

Just slightly, slightly,

You care for me

Above an average.

Space separates us,

But what is relativity?

I hear your emotions

Through the tiniest word

You say, the tiniest 

Gulp you take.

Can you feel the moonlight?

Dissolving into our flesh?

Can you feel

Infinity and mortality

At the same time?

I, under light and facts,

Float and wonder,

I step and jump

Toward the height of the moon

To better feel

Your moonlight.

Stillness

As quiet as it had been,

I was still unperturbed by it:

Its isolation, its indefiniteness.

The rather calming sounds of

Rock, dirt, and water being displaced

By my shoes' soles echoed

Throughout the desolate park:

A small meadow of snails

Traversing grassy knolls,

Soon-to-be rusty swings

Competing for who the wind

Pushes further;

My hands frozen in my

Pants' pockets.

A woman sat stone cold

Pale-skinned under the rain,

Her sudden form was unreal until

Too late, smoke billowing around her.

Shrouded in darkness she said

I think so, when I asked if she was okay.

A bright moth drunkenly fluttered

2 inches from my self, losing demeanor

I walked away.