Half-asleep Poem

For Axel, for Nova

2020.08.29, by Anatolij

With your wide stars that you sprinkle like salt crystals
The dust of the earth doesn’t reach

Sway, you
You bring me to dance
Where, we
Dance outside of time
The earth falls away like an imaginary thing
The cold falls upon my arms

Your shining hair of gold
And sometimes I see you cry
Your smile is one of sadness
Sweeter than any joy that could bring red light to your face
Who is it that quivers
In your arms? It certainly can’t be me, I…
What can I do
In a ghost’s arms
The ghost of a man who loved me…
Beyond time and anything else I wish, more than anything else
For the shooting stars to laugh with you as they chase the darkness