Maybe the whole truth is in the stardust glow

of those who make us feel alive
all the way down to our toes,
to our roots,
to our connections
of something greater than ourselves,

and yet
why not love
as love is
a connection,
a constellation pieced together in the darkness of space
so we can see the light,
the sweetness of loving
in the slightest way,
in the brush of a finger along an arm,
the unspoken, yet
heard words
almost a lullaby;
and what is it that you hear
of me, so many thousands of miles away

are you listening
in your dreams
by the light of the new moon
or are you lost
in the almost darkness
of night before dawn,
wondering how tight is a connection of love
in the living,
in the breathing
without
the touching?

Author: Jes Wright

Editor: Emily Bartran

Photo: Flickr