Celestial

You girl, still got me running
holding still, bleeding or gunning
either way, most every day
I spend the morning hours
visiting your slender fingers
with my own
My memory sharpens
Images as sharp as surg'ry tools
manipulate my ever beating heart
I make a secret fool of me

You are a star, I am the night
I try to hold you but the light
you're always searching for
causes your shining eyes to disappear
I have not loved another
in the black absence
of your illuminating presence
Try as one might
when determined
to escape the press of certainty
around him
saturating every thought
of satisfaction
It's as though your orbit
only brings us close together
every little while
and even then
it's not as close as I would like.