Until Next Time
April 30, 2020
As the moonlight falls like rays tonight, the stars anchoring it to the earth beneath your slumber, I listen to the restless howl of the wind.
I cannot help but imagine my pointer outstretch into the inky blackness; on its way to you.
I reach you.
The unexampled print grazes downwards of your nose; earthward of your chisel.
My hand holds there for a moment so precious it stretches to eternity.
The vein of my humanity intertwines in yours; suspicion of only when the sun will rise and I will drift away.
“Until next time,” I whisper into your paralyzed ears, sealed eyes.
The strings break on the leash of the stars, bringing them with the moon.
My sacred love will rest assured, until next eventide.
“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.” -Oscar Wilde
Kayla Knape is a staff writer for the Manville High School...
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