the moon is not the sun you crave

and the sun is not the sun you crave.
the eclipse is what we need.
and the smell of burning wood
silver blades of brome
floors remembering your steps
pillows that know your cheeks
dogs that love your mistakes
crystals that cast rainbows
a wind that kisses your cheeks
stars that offer you their hands
moms that hold you close
brothers that remember your youth
fotos that hold your gaze
friends who know your place
time that lets you sit
time that lets you run
time that...

and the moon is not the sun you crave.

(also, ok. so this morning i heard the phone ring, and woke up with a start. in my attempt to answer, i got out of bed and started "walking" towards  it and crumpled to the floor. my legs didn't take me but a step and i just lay there on the ground confused and looking at my skinned knees.)