I dip into an inky well

Of darkest night,

To write upon the backdrop 

Of the day,

As if I could but say to you

The things my heart thinks.

I sink into the well again, 

The dark cold waters on my skin

Baptize my thoughts away.

In crystal clear i try to write 

My words upon a clear blue sky,

But invisible unfelt feelings

Can’t be read,

And so instead, I attempt

Once more, to simply dream,

And wish that things were different.

But maybe I should wish for them to be

The very same,

The very same way they are

Between you and me.

-jenn