Night And The Howlers

is it only about the moon,
the stars in other worlds,
another shade of blue for your eyes,
and brown for her you always dream about
i am on the other side of the world,
thinking you could be the girl
who keeps a rose garden,
who sheds her dress over grass,
who thinks the moon is her lover,
she is on the other side of the room,
thinking i am on the other side of the world,
i could be as close to her as the spaces
that twines her fingers to a prayer
we could be as close to never being found,
an almost touch that grew tired of waiting,
seconds stretched to lightyears,
of a heart now waning to the paleness
of her heart setting to stars