by Ryley Craig
I am there
blanketed in the rich scent of bonfire smoke and you.
we sway on this podium of overgrown grass
as the trees stand still and watch us stumble our steps to the music of an easy silence
Even your gaze a soft delicacy
The caress of your hand against my cheek
And I am gifted the clarity of my beauty
The seconds morph into minutes yet reality seems a distant dream
Until on the tip of Earth’s tongue, the morning creeps in and we are forced out of our vacuum
the skies blush and I feel as though it is only reflecting off me
and now I must coddle this snow globe on the pillars of moments I yearn to go back to so dearly.
Only to be entranced by the dancing stars that paint us as I shake it
In my dreams
I am coated in stars
And in you