Orion

In the light of the day,

I fear we are

Much too far,

You and I.

The charcoal waits to erode graciously,

Like a sugar cube on the tongue, 

In drawing the curves of a cat's tail

Or a still eyelash of the same girl

I've drawn since I was five. 

Instead, I pretend that the paper 

And my dusty, grey fingers are

Much too far,

Like you and I.

But when I raise my head

And the sun has set

Leaving no embers

Like my crumbling charcoal, 

I draw a line from my heart

Shooting straight into the sky

Where stars have waited for all of eternity,

One for each of our hearts.

And one for us to meet halfway.

So when the dots are joined

On earth and in the sky,

There we are,

Not so far.

You and I.