blue dusk

though i know 

you'd want to,
steal the colour of the skies;

i would still,
frankly so,
gladly keep my Indigo.

You wait, patiently. But...

 

 " 

and when i finish,
sifting through moon dust;

maybe i will;

know that there is 
nothing more, 
to find.  

and then maybe;
we can hold hands 
under starry skies.  

But 
would you want to,
then?

if i said,
that it was too soon. 

for the stars,
are lonely company; 

and that i,
killed the moon. 

                                 "