The Shape of My Dreams

I've always believed that stars and clouds take the shape of our dreams.

So, at night, when I'm thinking of you, I look at the stars.

They look patterned to me like tiny little sunken knots

hidden in the sky's vast quilt.

They're so tempting to touch

even though you know you can't really touch them.

Yet,

I stretch out a hand,

point out a finger

and start matching

the shiny

little

dots

together

to form

your

visage.



Now, in my mind, I can see you

a celestial vision just as far as the stars,

just as gleaming in my darkness as they are.

And I know it then

that this is how it'll always be,

how you'll always be,

just an image that I can picture in my head,

a single flame in the dark,

that'll always stay in the dark.