you shine so brightly through my sky
that the clouds don’t cast shadows
you are closer to the ground than they are
and their shadows are being cast into space
you are just light
and you have only vicinity
how much more can I do than notice you?
what more can you inspire
than a pattern of glances?
what more should I require while
I’m slow to give out chances?
the joy of seeing the fire
and the hurt of feeling it.
I am an iris of absurd desire