Andi Leigh Writes

I follow with starving eyes—

I've come to despise

This chasm I cannot fill

i found a mirage

floating

on an endless sea

of tears.

Like roses and champagne

A sunset, star-soaked honey bliss

Devoid of any pain

I pressed the lovely sweet pea

Made wishes in the night

The dandelions soared with me

The tiny seeds took flight

I drank till I was sated

And then I drank some more

Until the fear had faded

Until I lost the shore

But surely in the morning

Inside the coldest light

The day became a warning

& I was sick with fright

The magic still lingers

It whispers in the trees

Golden webs between my fingers

A flash of lightning

caught in a glass jar

will be a pet

which we coddle

until time

and the spring sky

merge

into something

I'm here again,

What a nostalgic view,

To the right,

The flower field,

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by Mary Oliver

don't worry about me don't worry about me

(i'll bloom again by the time you wake up)