ASVOD

we are not of the same sky. you leapt from a clear day, streaming down in a blaze of gold, of glory. you dripped warm rays, warm skies, and indulged in recycled sunshine, but I - I slept in the crook of sunset, curled among the violet folds; and I cascaded from the darkening sleep in ringlets of blushing clouds. we are not kin. so pluck me a crescent of that vaulted sky, and make me a nest to fall from again.