I’ll promise you the sun angel but not the stars
it’s easier that way
I’ll paint the dark circle of the winter moon
and photograph
everything that mattered to us inside it
like the spring
as if all the blood coursing through my veins
knew only your heart for its destination
I’ll spill the ink of my mind’s quill
but the words are vapours now
it’s so lonely here without you angel
as if the sky depopulate of stars
the colour blue all poured from it
Flynnpoetry 