Street Level

Summer days barely

Warmer than winter,

We roamed the roads

Twisting through a city

Faintly red beneath the sun.

We were ever trapped

At street level, where the

Shadows leapt with the

Passing of cars, headlights

Making faces glow.

I remember you

Stretching up on toes

To reach beams that

Barely broke over the rooftops

Drenched in silver.

 

Then in the cold dark

I collected feathers

And I made a nest

And I dreamt I

Reached the sky.

And I dreamt I

Touched the clouds.

 

Summer mornings broke

Without a change

Just another turn of the

Earth, rooted beneath

Feet too weary to mind.

I stood and watched the sun,

And I remember

The way you stretched up

On toes to reach the light.

And the way it kissed the tears

On our cheeks, and

Your voice as you cried

Out.

 

The sound echoed

In my lungs.

Reviews

[@zeewhykay]

art college in singapore ? it shows, this is brilliant. Not sure if you are in literature or something else, but you have definite talent.

[Beatrice Mars]

THIS is gorgeous.

'I dreamt I /Reached the sky.'