In his head, he is
beneath the stars,
that are shimmering
but silently so,
quiet in their
overwhelming beauty.
They reach out to him
despite being held
captive
in the sky’s embrace.
In his head, he sees
a scene just like the ballads.
A picnic along the river.
A field of tulips swaying
in the night’s breeze.
Her face lit up by the moonlight.
A scene that cannot seem
to reach beyond his dreams.
In his head, a voice
haunts him.
Reminds him
they were so lovely
don’t let go yet.
he can still save them.
despite everything.
Despite that he held on
too tightly
Suffocating her
and himself
in their embrace.