The icy fingers of the wind slip below my skin
frosty grip searing through my veins
The black night sky hangs in the trees
and distant stars sparkle.
a smile, a breath, a life, a heart
my hands reach out towards a light
it sparkles out of reach, so far from my grasp
Each moment I stare unblinking
I hear the far away tick of the clock, the clink of chimes, of wind over bottles
and I hold my breath tight
wondering, waiting, darkly dreaming
that a new star will appear
so high, so bright
and so out of reach
the cold touch of breeze slides through my soul
and clutches my heart fast
I long for warm, for light, for sleep
I long for calm, for safe, for day,
for an armful of stars, tangible and touched,
to feel the sting of heat, to hear the crackle, to wrap my fingers around a handful of starlight
for an answer to a question I’m afraid to ask.
Tonight, this song speaks to me. Melancholy and lovely, and hauntingly hopeless.