I reach up and touch the shimmering surface
of the night-time sky
and giggle as the wrinkles spread out
through time.
The stars dance as i press my index to their stomach
and cover my mouth to hide the glee,
then the stars,
they cut me,
deeply so.
Now i place my finger and suck the blood away,
glaring at the heavens for being upset
at my mocking them.
Then I find myself laughing again.
I roll about on Midnight's blue grass,
and sit up on my elbow to glance in the clear waters
the stars did cry.
And even there I see the night-time sky.
how beautiful,
how divine.
I reach to touch, but cannot seem to do so,
and an image of me stares back wondering,
"why can I see myself in the heavens?"
Perhaps I have confused heaven and earth
and the night-time sky...
so does that mean I float on clouds and drink
my own life?
