3.3.16 (#62):LOOKING AT STARS by Myron Lysenko

As I wait for you

shooting stars move 

in slow motion

I listen to the radio

but I’d rather watch you

emerge from a cloud

Wind throws me off balance

as I picture you

in your short autumn sky

you arrive full

I’m sober but feel 

drunk

We go to my room

I lie on the bed

as you massage my feet

I wake at dawn and realise 

you were in

every one of my dreams

Trying to recall them

I only remember the brightness

of your eyes

I look for you

but you've gone to work

early as usual

I’m gazing at the sky

and even the clouds

look blue

I’m looking at stars

but I want to fall in love

with the moon