Love, nostalgic but true

‘You are the bright spots in the night sky’

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(Judith Gibson-Okunieff/Daily Collegian)

By Alexandra Molloy, Collegian Correspondent

Here we are
Here we stand
In the land of the never
Hand in hand

Fist by fist
A sight surely missed
The sweat swept by your fingertips
Kiss the skin melting at the sight of your lips

You are the bright spots in the night sky
Poking through a dark ocean held so high
You are my cannibal
The creature I despise
Yet I always crawl back to you

The creator of the lake’s ghastly reflection
The grandmother of old
The daughter of new

The moon is you
A phase we all go through

 

Alexandra Molloy can be reached at [email protected].