I Want to be the Little Space of Sky That Sleeps Next to the Moon*
By Arionaut
I want to be bigger than my bones
I am a dream still dreaming
To be graced by your soft light
When you look down on us
What do you see?
Why, Moon,
Between scornful splendor
And delicate delights
Do you wander into my slumber
And weave your way through
My forget-me-not heart?
O, my heart,
Full of sweet honey,
Beating only for the shimmering muse
With skin of night's hues
You have burned me
If Prometheus never stole me from the gods
Why do I feel I am always burning?
Why do I melt with constant curiosity,
Unforgiving dreams, far from reality?
We are endlessly burning
Creating ourselves, dreaming,
Entwined With thoughts of stranger worlds
Beautiful, shining world's
Of heavens, alive
Consume me, Moon,
for I am ephemeral, and alone,
with only tears to defend myself
Against apathy
*Virginia Wolfe's "To the Lighthouse"

















