Hovering Poem by Lucas German

If you see me wandering around with my feet hovering off the ground, my head's in the clouds, don't interrupt me now because if you pull me down I'll not be dreaming and free, you see I had momentarily climbed up a tree and found you a branch to sit there with me. I could sing you every compliment, and ask for none in recompense, but that's not how I'm wired, you should be daily admired and know you're intensely desired in a way the I can't explain, it's never fully formed in my brain though I assure you I've tried and cried and got high and still it's totality never arrived. In my defense, it's often hard to make sense when the key evidence is secured behind a self-made fence, a secret I thought forever in suspense...

You may be surprised by the moments that lie beyond yonder hall. if ever I visit it's perfect, exquisite... no, I'd never outlive it. But now with a key and permission from her majesty, fear for me, for when I determine at last to let a look linger, how fine a force devastating to everything making me worse, when I let myself see you in physical form, be alarmed, I'm already ever so charmed... oh by the gods you are beautiful! I've known, always of course, but knowing is not exploring... I'll try for days, or weeks, I'll meditate with open eyes, letting what I've never felt pass the filter with your visage. Let me spend 1,000 days to write a half a page, let me learn to paint and pass away a decade putting color to canvas on every continent only to re-create you. Let me set your image in the sky in a dust cloud a quintillion miles high, and be assured that I would try.