Helios
Yungseo Lee
You asked me,
could I please gather the stars in a hand,
snag the moon with the other?
Darling,
there are no lights in my sky.
The mountains yearn to touch the clouds
the way I search for you.
The way, the way a dying man
will find a window to gaze out of
You,
Your arms reach from one pole to another,
every step takes you galaxies away.
You are a star moving, moving,
the dust of your tail ash and glitter.
Promise, I’m yours
but gravity loses its grip on you.
You rise
like the sun,
I - will stay.
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