Sunday, August 5, 2007

freckles


I know you remember those days
when we were filled with laughter,
when we were like blossoms charmed by hummingbirds,
always looking for a chance to dazzle and demand.
.
When the moon fell gently
into your eyes (yes, I always knew those were not tears
shining on your lashes),
I saw that the dirt on your face was just
freckles from starlight,
because you were never well acquainted with the sun.
.
I’ll have to take you to see it sometime …
.
Is that not reason enough for you to stay?
Come, let’s live for that day.

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