She Shines


She Shines, and doesn't know it,
and I don't want to tell her how the stars are dim sometimes,
pinpricks of light in the background of my thoughts,
crying gods too far away to spin into control.

she could blink, and tear away with one of my breaths,
never feeling the ghost trail away,
and I wouldn't tell her about the loss of my hopes,
couldn't bear to see her turn to stone again in front of me or from a distance...

and I could fall, and wouldn't reach out to pull her down,
wouldn't gasp at her feet and flinch under the sun's last rays...
but I would try and kiss some flash of flesh in the narrowing field,
any atom that I saw flicker in the final pause.