i search eyes of strangers

with one goal in mind

she proves harder to catch

than butterflies at night

i await the sight of her pulse

thrusting itself in my direction

filled with hope of reciprocation

roman angled hair

drapes her face

strangely demanding my attention

from the sky we could share

the sight of rubies

and emeralds

and sapphires

strewn about in the darkness

present swells with emptiness

of what future has yet revealed

i want to use the big dipper

to scoop her into my life

don’t worry though

i would fill it with clouds first

to make it soft inside

and if she asked me

let her keep it

to put on the ceiling above her bed