The Fourth Day

The Twentieth Hour

I huddle in my bedroom, staring

At a bright, flat-paneled screen

Of silver

While red and gold and blue ricochet outside

I wish it were under different circumstances

That I was watching these bright stars

With you, atop the roofs of the world

But for now, I am here on the ground

I can gaze up at the bursts alone

But I’d rather not, you see

Because these eyes are waiting

To see the lights reflected in yours



~ by Tayath on July 5, 2012.

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