In a desert of words,
Hearing your voice
In the wind’s whisper.
The frisson of stars,
The terror of dark,
I endure to awaken
You in my heart.
You’re the Moon veiled,
A star in the rift,
Your hand
Writes notes
In invisible ink.
You’re a fiction
I made—
Conjured from air,
But still I keep seeking
You everywhere.