Sparks Fly and I Forget Myself

I know stars don't actually
shoot across the skies
they're just comets - frozen hunks of ice and all -
and they don't dance either,
even if Shakespeare said they might -
but sometimes I swear
I can see them do it -
but only when I look into your eyes.
which, admittedly,
is a terribly embarrassing thing to say,
I know,
but somehow
(at least when it comes to you)
all the things I know to be
illogical, impossible, unreal-
things that don't make any sense at all
turn into possibilities, and
reveal a hidden world of artistic can-be's.

all the impossibilities of the world tumble away
and do more than just seem-to-be
-I see them, feel them, touch them, taste them
all of it, logical mind aside.
I see them-really see them
but only
in
you.