you look in the eyes of people
to see if they feel
the way you feel,
they hide themselves,
and so you don’t find out.
what you are thinking about stars
makes you feel very lonely,
while the moon is on your forehead
pelting you with silver light,
as your thoughts sink into silence.
i cannot reach you with my hands,
though i know how warmly
yours would close about them,
and you would see these eyes
looking as deeply into yours.