a pond at night
full of magic, reflected,
untouchable
but so close-
you stick a toe
in the middle of the moon,
it's cold,
you get used to it,
you stick a finger in
a couple stars,
it's cold
you get used to it,
pretty soon you're
three feet under and
unable to escape
all because
you wanted to touch
the moon
love always,
laura elizabeth.
