unfinished wishes....

that night
dry
crisp bitterness
strangles the grass
don't look down
keep pushing
shooting stars fizz by
one, two, three, four, five
as feet pound over
and over
and the first four were so simple
for you to be fine
given the all clear and
to survive
that night
the star before six
i treated myself
for an angel...
from heaven
to share my life with
feel complete with
spread our wings together
and fly
indigo's and violet's
iridescent light
broken